Oh Loving, patient Heart; That will not let me go.
                        Oh Loving, caring Heart; For every child of woe.
                                    A river flows out from this Heart
                                    That sits amidst the Throne.
                                    It finds and fills the lowest part,
                                    And makes the least, It’s Own.
                                    This river, pure and crystal clear,
                                    And bank’d with "Tree of Life",
                                    Is free to all with ears to hear;
                                    Who do not fear the knife.

                        Oh Loving, drawing Heart; That causes me to rest.
                        Oh Loving, precious Heart; For every heart sore—pressed.
                                    He is the Balm of Gilead
                                    Poured out for you and me;
                                    Who rested not until He had
                                    Wrought mercy true and free.
                                    He is the fairest of them all,
                                    He led this way before;
                                    And every one who hears the call
                                    Must enter through this Door.

                        Oh Loving, dearest Heart; There's none like you, so fair.
                        Oh Loving, Holy Heart; What love, so rich; so rare!
                                    Let me not stand on Jordan's banks
                                    And cast a wistful eye.
                                    But Oh, with praise of joy and thanks,
                                    Let me descend, to die!
                                    For Love Who died, calls me there too;
                                    There is no other way!
                                    But only those who love Him true,
                                    Will care this price to pay.

                        Oh Loving, tender Heart; Who leads to brighter day.
                        Oh Loving, gentle Heart; I hear You as You say:
                                    "Lo, gird thy loins up like a man,
                                    And set thy face like flint.
                                    For when I say, "You can. You can!
                                    As I, the veil, have rent!
                                    Press in the more when all seems lost,
                                    And heavy weighs the heart.
                                    For I will help you pay the cost.
                                    I will My grace impart."