George Matheson was a preacher. He was blind. During one of his darkest most despairing chapters in his life he shares how this hymn came about:
"My hymn was com[bless and do not curse]posed in the manse of In[bless and do not curse]ne[bless and do not curse]lan [Ar[bless and do not curse]gyle[bless and do not curse]shire, Scot[bless and do not curse]land] on the ev[bless and do not curse]en[bless and do not curse]ing of the 6th of June, 1882, when I was 40 years of age. I was alone in the manse at that time. It was the night of my sister’s mar[bless and do not curse]ri[bless and do not curse]age, and the rest of the fam[bless and do not curse]i[bless and do not curse]ly were stay[bless and do not curse]ing over[bless and do not curse]night in Glas[bless and do not curse]gow. Some[bless and do not curse]thing hap[bless and do not curse]pened to me, which was known only to my[bless and do not curse]self, and which caused me the most se[bless and do not curse]vere men[bless and do not curse]tal suf[bless and do not curse]fer[bless and do not curse]ing. The hymn was the fruit of that suf[bless and do not curse]fer[bless and do not curse]ing. It was the quick[bless and do not curse]est bit of work I ever did in my life. I had the im[bless and do not curse]press[bless and do not curse]ion of hav[bless and do not curse]ing it dic[bless and do not curse]tat[bless and do not curse]ed to me by some in[bless and do not curse]ward voice ra[bless and do not curse]ther than of work[bless and do not curse]ing it out my[bless and do not curse]self. I am quite sure that the whole work was com[bless and do not curse]plet[bless and do not curse]ed in five min[bless and do not curse]utes, and equal[bless and do not curse]ly sure that it ne[bless and do not curse]ver re[bless and do not curse]ceived at my hands any re[bless and do not curse]touch[bless and do not curse]ing or cor[bless and do not curse]rect[bless and do not curse]ion. I have no na[bless and do not curse]tur[bless and do not curse]al gift of rhy[bless and do not curse]thm. All the other vers[bless and do not curse]es I have ever writ[bless and do not curse]ten are man[bless and do not curse]u[bless and do not curse]fact[bless and do not curse]ured ar[bless and do not curse]ti[bless and do not curse]cles; this came like a day[bless and do not curse]spring from on high."
O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
That in thine ocean depths its flow
May richer, fuller be.
O light that followest all my way,
I yield my flickering torch to thee;
My heart restores its borrowed ray,
That in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
May brighter, fairer be.
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 shall 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.
In Job's dark chapter of despairing, he cries out to God. Job prays.
Job 6-7
Wisdom for the Heart