O Beloved of my soul,
This do I desire:
Faith for the impossible,
Love that will not tire.
Jesus, Saviour, Lover, give me
Love for the unlovable,
Love that will not tire.
O Beloved of my soul,
Yet again I come;
Give me cords of love to draw
Many wanderers home.
Jesus, Saviour, Lover, give me
Love that knows nor strain nor flaw,
Love to lead them home.
by Amy Carmichael, Edges of His Ways
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