L.M. 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 fraud, while thou, my God, art near.
4 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.
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 the way, My strength proportion to my day; Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, Where all is calm, and joy, and peace.
