Tracing Rainbows

Tearless MornPicture growing up with bad eyesight, which grows worse and worse until you’re nearly blind. I have a hard time imagining it. How much of my life would be different? No browsing through Facebook, no looking into the eyes of my children, no editing, no writing (except with a lot of errors), no driving, or taking photos, or watching my children run and play and learn and grow.

George Matheson was born with poor eyesight, which deteriorated to the point that he was virtually blind. Often, to compensate for a difficulty or challenge, we receive something in return. Mr. Matheson was very gift­ed in learning. He also had a supportive family. His sis­ters even learned the academic languages of his time – La­tin, Greek, and He­brew – in order to help him stu­dy. He could memorize entire chapters of the Bible and other books.

After obtaining a Masters at the Un­i­ver­si­ty of Edin­burgh, he pastored churches for over 30 years. Those he preached to often didn’t realize he couldn’t see. His speaking was so powerful, and he could quote entire sermons from memory.

Soon George Matheson discovered the joy of writing. His most famous piece is one that speaks volumes to my heart:

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 lightest 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.

To trace a rainbow through the rain, don’t you need to see? Perhaps not. Perhaps, when our eyes have been closed to something, is when we can be brought to a deeper understanding of a love that will never let us go.

George Matheson said about this hymn:

My hymn was com­posed … on the ev­en­ing 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 mar­ri­age, and the rest of the fam­i­ly were stay­ing over­night in Glas­gow. Some­thing hap­pened to me, which was known only to my­self, and which caused me the most se­vere men­tal suf­fer­ing. The hymn was the fruit of that suf­fer­ing. It was the quick­est bit of work I ever did in my life. I had the im­press­ion of hav­ing it dic­tat­ed to me by some in­ward voice ra­ther than of work­ing it out my­self. I am quite sure that the whole work was com­plet­ed in five min­utes, and equal­ly sure that it ne­ver re­ceived at my hands any re­touch­ing or cor­rect­ion. I have no na­tur­al gift of rhy­thm. All the other vers­es I have ever writ­ten are man­u­fact­ured ar­ti­cles; this came like a day­spring from on high.

He doesn’t say what the issue was, only that it was something that caused him severe mental suffering, and that the hymn was the “fruit” of those moments. A beautiful poem, a prayer from the depths of his heart … a song was borne from a place of deep sorrow.

We all have those moments, don’t we?

When our “flickering torch” feels more like a candle that has burned to the end and has no life remaining. That no morning which dawns will ever again be tearless.



Without hope.

Yet through it all, this man who cannot see “traces the rainbow through the rain.” He knows that joy will come again in the morning. The words did not come from his own mind, anguished and sorrowful, but from what he called a “dayspring” beyond himself.

From a Love that will not let us go.


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