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!