O Love that will 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 What kind of love is this? That You would call me friend What kind of love is this? This is my heritage 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 What kind of love is this? That You would call me friend What kind of love is this? This is my heritage Your song over all my years My perfect inheritance What kind of love, what kind of love is this! 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