Text: | O thou to whose all-searching sight |
Author: | Nicolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf (1700-60) |
Translator: | John Wesley (1703-91) |
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 stain, refine its dross,
Nail my affections to the cross:
Hallow each thought, let all within
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
3 Saviour, where’er thy steps I see,
Dauntless, untired, I’ll follow thee;
O let thy hand support me still
And lead me to thy holy hill!
4 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.
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First Line: | O thou to whose all-searching sight |
Author: | Nicolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf (1700-60) |
Translator: | John Wesley (1703-91) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | The life of holiness: Challenge |