Thou to Whose All-searching Sight |
Count Nicholas Ludwig von Zinzendorf, 1721, tr. John Wesley, 1758
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, | 3. 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.
4. When rising floods my soul o'erflow, |
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! |