Lyrics: George Matheson, 1882.
Music: ST. MARGARET (PEACE) by Albert Peace, 1884.
Or here for the Christopher Minor tune/version. We sing this one at my church.
Theme: Now if we died with Christ, we believe that we will also live with him. Romans 6:8
David Phelps singing these lyrics to the traditional tune:
1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.
George Matheson was the eldest of eight children. When he was twenty years old, he became blind, but he studied for the ministry anyway and became a pastor in Edinburgh, Scotland. O Love That WIlt Not Let Me Go is the only one of his lyrics that has lasted to this day. He said of its genesis:
“It was the night of my sister’s marriage, and the rest of the family were staying overnight in Glasgow. Something happened to me, which was known only to myself, and which caused me the most severe mental suffering. The hymn was the fruit of that suffering. It was the quickest bit of work I ever did in my life. I had the impression of having it dictated to me by some inward voice rather than of working it out myself. I am quite sure that the whole work was completed in five minutes, and equally sure that it never received at my hands any retouching or correction. I have no natural gift of rhythm. All the other verses I have ever written are manufactured articles; this came like a dayspring from on high.”
We sing this at church with the Christopher Miner tune. My daughter (then 9) sang this – all four verses memorized – at her brother’s wedding two years ago to the same tune. Great song!
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