I was reminded the other day of a hymn that we don’t ever seem to sing these days. It was sung at funerals a great deal a while ago and so maybe was one of those that became associated with death and so we thought it best not to sing it. It is also an old hymn and, as everyone seems to know, everyone except me, if it is old it is no good. I’m always surprised by how people get so upset when a hymn has thee or wilt in it – come on grow up for goodness sake. Actually, I’m not the only one who thinks this – even some young people think it too!!!!
Anyway, as I’m feeling a rant coming on (it is a good job no one ever reads this stuff) I think I will just let you have the words for you to enjoy.
O Love, that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in Thee;
I give Thee back the life I owe,
That in Thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O Light, that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering 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 close my heart to Thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
And feel the promise is not vain
That morn shall tearless be.
O Cross, that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from Thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
And from the ground there blossoms red
Life that shall endless be.