Advent Hymnals

356. O LOVE DIVINE, OF ALL THAT IS

Christ in Song,

1.
O Love divine, of all that is,
The sweetest and the best,
Fain would I come and rest to-night
Upon thy tender breast;
I pray thee turn me not away;
For, sinful though I be,
Thou knowest ev'rything I need,
And all my need of thee.

2.
And yet the spirit in my heart
Says, Wherefore should I pray
That thou shouldst seek me with thy love,
Since thou dost seek alway?
And dost not even wait until
I urge my steps to thee;
But in the darkness of my life
Art coming still to me.

3.
Thou hearest ev'ry tho't I mean,
And not the words I say,
The hidden thanks among the words
That only seen to pray.
Still, still thy love will beckon me,
And still thy strength will come
In many ways to bear me up
And bring me to my home.