119. O Thou to whose all-searching sight
L.M.
Grace Church:
Ignaz Joseph Pleyel, 1815
German; N. L. von Zinzendorf, 1721;
Tr. John Wesley, 1738
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 evils need I fear, No harm, while thou, my God, art near. | When rising floods my soul o'erflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesus, 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! | |