Hymnal ‎#62

62. O Thou to Whose all-searching sight

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 stains, refine its dross,
Nail my affections to the Cross;
Hallow each thought; let all within
Be clean, as Thou, my Lord, art clean.

3 If in this darksome wild I stray,
Be Thou my light, be Thou my way;
No foes, no violence I fear,
No harm, while Thou, my God, art near.

4 When rising floods my head o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart,
And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

5 Saviour, 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.

6 If rough and thorny be my way,
My strength proportion to my day,
Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease
Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.

Text Information

• First Line: O Thou to Whose all-searching sight
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1871

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