No broken heart, no flood of tears,
No lonely hour of dark distress,
No evil art, no present fears,
No soaring heights, nor lowly depths,
No things before not things to come,
Will keep me from His perfect love.
No earthly care, no scornful song,
No former friends that turned to foes,
No mocking stare, no laughing throng.
No bitter cup which overflows,
No things before nor things to come,
Will keep me from His perfect love.
When all my doubt and pain, they draw me to the floor,
He helps me rise again and will forevermore.
No burdened soul, no darkened mind,
No looming ghosts of errors past,
No ruined life that lies behind,
Yet ever strives to hold me back,
No hell beneath nor heaven above,
Will keep me from His perfect love.
