O Love That Will Not Let Me Go

We've travelled a long way since last blogging...we've moved through the final day of Advent, through Christmas, Epiphany, some Ordinary time, and now we're well ensconced in Lent.

I'll be quite blunt. I'm really quite down at the minute - lots of externals in my life are going well, very well in some cases, but there are some personal problems bubbling along that are really tough to handle.

So I've been quite blessed - and comforted by the following hymn and its story:

The hymn 'O Love that will not let me go' was written by George Matheson.

'O Love That Will Not Let Me Go' was written on the evening of Matheson’s sister’s marriage.

His whole family had gone to the wedding and had left him alone. Quite odd you would suggest? And he writes of something which had happened to him that caused immense mental anguish.

There is a story of how years before, Matheson had been engaged. That was until his fiancé learned that he was going blind, and there was nothing the doctors could do. So she told him that she could not go through life with a blind man; and left him.

He went blind while studying for the ministry, and his sister had been the one who had taken care of him all these years, but now she too is gone.

Matheson had been a brilliant student, some say that if he hadn’t went blind he could have been the leader of the church of Scotland in his day. He had written a learned work on German theology and then wrote “The Growth of The Spirit of Christianity.” Louis Benson says this was a brilliant book but with some major mistakes in it. When some critics pointed out the mistakes and charged him with being an inaccurate student, he was heartbroken. One of his friends wrote, “When he saw that for the purposes of scholarship his blindness was a fatal hindrance, he withdrew from the field – not without pangs, but finally.”

So he turned to the pastoral ministry, and the Lord has richly blessed him, finally bringing him to a church where he regularly preached to over 1500 people each week.

But he was only able to do this because of the care of his sister and now she was married and gone.

Who will care for him, a blind man?

Not only that, but his sister’s marriage brought fresh reminder of his own heartbreak, over his fiancé’s refusal to “go through life with a blind man.”

It is the midst of this circumstance and intense sadness that the Lord gives him this hymn – written he says in 5 minutes! Looking back over his life, he once wrote that his was “an obstructed life, a circumscribed life… but a life of quenchless hopefulness, a life which has beaten persistently against the cage of circumstance, and which even at the time of abandoned work has said not “Good night” but “Good morning.”"

How could he maintain quenchless hopefulness in the midst of such circumstances and trials? His hymn gives us a clue.

“I trace the rainbow in the rain, and feel the promise is not vain” The rainbow image is a picture of the Lord’s commitment! It is a picture of the battle bow that appears when the skies are darkening and threaten to open up and flood the world again in judgment. But then we see that the battle bow is turned not towards us – but toward the Lord Himself!


O Love that will 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.


- Amen -



There's a beautiful modern version by Jason Sears on Spotify. There's also a great live version on Jason's blog.

I'm also grateful to igracemusic.com for informing me of this story.