1 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!
2 Wash out its stain, refine its dross,
Nail my affections to the cross:
Hallow each thought, let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
3 Saviour, where’er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I’ll follow thee;
O let thy hand support me still
And lead me to thy holy hill!
4 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.
Source: The Song Book of the Salvation Army #453