Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Hymns in the mail

Yesterday I got a package in the mail. It was my great grandmother's hymnal. Random, I know. Apparently she use to play in it all the time. I turned to the page with the black, fading ribbon bookmarking a page. The title on the worn page read, "O Thou, to Whose All-Searching Sight". I read the song, and I like it. So let me share.

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 yearns for Thee; O burst these bonds, and set it free!
2. If in this darksome wild I stray, Be Thou my light, by Thou my way; No foes, no violence I fear, No fraud, while Thou, my God, art near.
3. When rising floods my soul o'er flow, when sinks my heart in wave of woe, Jesus, Thy timely aid impart, And raise my head, and cheer my heart.
4. Savior, 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!

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