Immortal Love, Within Whose Righteous Will

Immortal Love

with­in whose right­eous will

Is al­ways peace;

Oh pi­ty me

storm-tossed on waves of ill;

Let pas­sion cease;

Come down in pow­er with­in my heart to reign

For I am weak

and strug­gle has been vain.

The days are gone

when far and wide my will

Drove me as­tray;

And now I fain would climb the ar­du­ous hill

That nar­row way

Which leads through mist and rocks to Thine abode;

Toiling for man

and Thee

Al­migh­ty God.

Whate’er of pain Thy lov­ing hand al­lot

I glad­ly bear;

Only

O Lord

let peace be not for­got

Nor yet Thy care

Freedom from storms

and wild de­sires with­in

Peace from the fierce op­pres­sion of my sin.

So may I

far away

when ev­en­ing falls

On life and love

Arrive at last the ho­ly

hap­py halls

With Thee above;

Wounded yet healed

sin-lad­en yet for­giv­en

And sure that good­ness is my on­ly heav­en.