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 dress, 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 oerflow, When sinks my heart in waves of woe, Jesus, Thy timely aid impart, And raise my head, and cheer my heart. Saviour, where’er Thy
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