O Thou to Whose all searching sight
The darkness shineth as the light,
Search, prove my heart; it pants
for Thee;
O burst these bonds, and set it
free!
Wash out its stains, refine
its dross,
Nail my affections to the cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art
clean!
If in this darksome wild I
stray,
Be Thou my light, be Thou my way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No fraud, while thou, my God, art
near.
When rising floods my soul
o’erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of
woe,
Jesu, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my
heart.
Savior, where’er Thy steps I
see,
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee!
O let Thy hand support me still,
And lead me to Thy holy hill!
If rough and thorny be the way,
My strength proportion to my day;
Till toil, and grief, and pain
shall cease,
Where all is calm, and joy, and
peace.
