Sometimes Someone Else Says It Better

Jesus, I know I don't say it often enough...but thanks. For everything.

O Love that will not let me go
I rest my weary soul in Thee
And give Thee back the life I owe
That in Thine ocean's depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.

O Light that followest all my way
I yield my flick'ring torch to Thee
My heart restores its borrowed ray
That in Thy sunshine's blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.

O Joy that seekest me through pain
I cannot hold my heart from Thee
But trace the rainbow through the rain
And feel the promise is not in vain
That morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head
I dare not ask to fly from Thee
But lay in dust life's glory dead
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.
--George Matheson, 1882