246 O Thou, to whose all-searching sight

1 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. 2 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. 3 If in this darksome wild I stray, Be Thou my light, be Thou my way; No foes, no violence I fear, No harm, while Thou, my God, art near. 4 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. 5 Savior, where'er Thy steps I see, Dauntless, untired, I'd follow Thee; O let Thy hand support me still, And lead me to Thy holy hill! 6 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.