O Love, how cheering is Thy ray!

All pain before Thy presence flies;

Care, anguish, sorrow, melt away,

Where’er Thy healing beams arise:

O Father! nothing may I see,

And nought desire or seek, but Thee.

Unwearied may I this pursue,

Dauntless to this high prize aspire;

Each hour within my soul renew

This holy flame, this heavenly fire;

And day and night be all my care

To guard the sacred treasure there.

O, that I as a little child

May follow Thee, and never rest,

Till sweetly Thou hast breathed a mild

And lowly mind into my breast!

Nor ever may we parted be,

Till I become as one with Thee.

Still let Thy love point out my way;

How wondrous things that love hath wrought!

Still lead me, lest I go astray;

Direct my word, inspire my thought;

And if I fall, soon may I hear

Thy voice, and know Thy love is near.