O Thou to Whose All Searching Sight

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 vio­lence I fear

No fraud

while Thou

my God

art near.

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.

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!

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.