From the German.* 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 bands, 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 fraud, while Thou, my God, art near. 4 When rising floods