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.
