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
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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!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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