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—

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.