O Love that Leads so Tenderly
O Love that leads so tenderly, My earnest longings safely guide Till in Thy heav’nly light I see Thy holy temple is with me, And I in Thee abide. Love tunes my waiting heart to hear The joy of her immortal
strains. The kingdom of the Christ is here, Love dries the unavailing tear, There shall be no more pain. O Love, I do not seek afar; Thy perfect gifts are round me spread, I see the bright and morning star, For
me the healing waters are, For me the living Bread.