by Nicolaus Ludwig von Zinzendorf (1703-1791)
Founder of the Moravian Church that sent out over 3000 missionaries
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 dross,
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 o'erflow,
When sinks my heart in waves of woe,
Jesus, Thy timely aid impart, And raise my head, and cheer my heart. Savior, where'er Thy steps I see, Dauntless, untired, I follow Thee; O let They hand support me still, And lead me to Thy holy hill! If rough and thorny be the way, My strength proportion to my day; Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, Were all is calm, and joy, and peace.