O Love Divine, I Come!

Upon the mount­ain of un­rest

I heard a voice of lov­ing quest

Come

I will be thy spir­it’s rest

And ev­er­last­ing home!

O love di­vine

I come!

O love di­vine

I come!

In Thee my wan­der­ings cease

For Thou art rest and peace.

I lay my sin and un­be­lief

My hard­ened heart

my sto­ny grief

At Thy dear feet with sweet re­lief

And will no long­er roam.

My soul is sick and tired of sin

Make Thou my spir­it pure and clean;

And en­ter gra­cious­ly with­in

And make my heart Thy home.