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Category: Poems of Praise to God
I Will Not Let Thee Go Nay, I will not let thee go,
Though the midnight glideth slow,--
Though the darkness deep and long
Dim the sight and hush the song,
On thy tender, faithful breast,
Find I still my perfect rest--
Soothing sweet for keenest woe--
And I will not let thee go!
Nay, I will not let thee go,
Though the morn's enkindling glow
Flame along the mountain-height.
Flooding all the hills with light;
What can morning bring to me,
Tender Shepherd, wanting thee?
What its songs but sobs of woe?
Nay, I will not let thee go!
Nay, I will not let thee go,
Though the day no shadows know;
Though, the sky's serene to dim,
Lower no storm-cloud dark and grim;
Whom have I in Heaven but thee?--
What beside hath earth for me?--
Thou, the only trust I know,--
Nay, I will not let thee go!
Let thee go?--my Saviour, nay
Thou my night's unfailing day,
Thou my dawning's tenderest gleam,
Thou my noonday's richest beam,--
Night is day if thou art near,
Day without thee, joyless, drear,--
Wanting thee, all bliss were woe,--
Nay, I will not let thee go! - Mrs. J. C. Yule |
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