I. LOVE divine, of all that is Fain would I come and rest to-night I pray thee turn me not away, 2. And yet the spirit in my heart And dost not even wait until 3. I do not pray because I would; There is no meaning in my prayer But thankfulness and trust; And thou wilt hear the thought I mean, Wilt hear the thanks among the words 4. I would not have thee otherwise Yea, thou art God, and what thou art Is ever best for me. And so, for all my sighs, my heart Shall sing itself to rest, O Love divine, most far and near, JOHN WHITE CHADWICK. 1840 |