Following the savior

825 L. M.
Following the Saviour.

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 fraud, while thou, my God, art near.

4 When rising floods my soul o’erflow,—
   When sinks my heart in waves of wo—
   Jesus, thy timely aid impart,
   And raise my head, and cheer my heart.

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.

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.
                       Count Zinzendorf, trans. John Wesley
                      Methodist Episcopal hymnal (1870 edition)