O Joy that Seekest Me Through Pain


“O Joy that seekest me through pain, I cannot close my heart to Thee,I trace the rainbow through the rain, And feel the promise is not vain,That morn shalt tearless be.”O Cross that liftest up my head, I dare not ask to fly from Thee,I lay in dust life’s glory dead, And from the ground there blossoms red,Life that shall endless be.” ~George Matheson