Father Divine, I Come To Thee

Father Divine, I come to Thee, I yield, a captive, to Thy sway, That love’s gold chain may set me free For all the burden of the day.

I come not to avoid my care, I come not to desert the strife; I come to seek new strength to bear I fly to find new power for life.

Many there be that seek Thy face To meet the hour of parting breath, But ‘tis for earth I need Thy grace— Life is more solemn still than death.

When morning gilds the porch of day, I feel so vile amid the glow That I should faint, didst Thou not say: I make thee whiter than snow.

When noontide brings its work to all, I find my task so hard to be, That I should sink, didst Thou not call: My strength is perfected in Thee.

When darkness leads the world to rest, The silent burden of the night Would crush, but for Thy message blest: At evening time there shall be light.

O may these streams of golden light To all my desert way be given, Till faith itself is lost in sight, And days on earth be days of heaven.