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 the 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!

Oh

may these streams of gold­en light

To all my de­sert way be giv’n

Till faith it­self is lost in sight

And days on earth be days of Heav’n.