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 bands 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 dark-some 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 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.
5 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.
|First Line:||O thou to whose all-searching sight|
|Author:||Count Nikolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf (1721)|
|Translator:||John Wesley (1738)|
|Topic:||Christian Life: God's Refreshing Grace; Discipleship; God: All-seeing(4 more...)|
|Notes:||St. 3, line 4, alt.|