What My Soul Seeks

What my soul seeks

O Re­deem­er

’Tis thy won­drous gift of love:

Let this Heav’n born flame for­ev­er

Burn with­in me from above;

Love di­vine

love deep and ten­der

Love that seek­eth not her own

Good for ev­il e’er can ren­der

Loving the most hard­ened one.

Love that nev­er fail­eth

Love that sac­ri­fic­eth

Love that all en­dur­eth

I claim that love from Thee.

Self re­nounc­ing

self for­get­ting

Envy is to it un­known;

Dearest in­ter­ests sac­ri­fic­ing

Claiming no­thing for its own;

Hearts of stone

hard

cold and haugh­ty

Hearts which no­thing else can move

Melt and change be­neath the migh­ty

Overwhelming force of love.

Love knows naught of proud am­bi­tion;

It is meek and suf­fer­eth long;

Not in words alone

but act­ion

It is pa­tient

kind and strong;

Interceding and pre­vail­ing

Hoping all things to the end;

Grieved

des­pised

yet nev­er fail­ing

Nothing can this love of­fend.

Face to face with sin and sor­row

Spreading

deep­en­ing

day by day;

In the Sav­ior’s steps to fol­low—

Can alone such woes al­lay;

Slighted

wound­ed and re­ject­ed

Death can nev­er quench its flame;

O my soul

be not de­ject­ed;

Love di­vine is e’er the same.