O God of Light

O God of light

O God of love

Shine on my soul from Heav­en ab­ove!

Let sin ap­pear in Thy pure ray

As black as on the judg­ment day;

Let per­fect love ap­ply the test

And all that’s wrong make ma­ni­fest.

O take Thy plum­met and Thy line

Apply them to this heart of mine

And thus rev­eal each crook­ed place

By con­trast with true right­eous­ness!

Let ho­ly truth con­demn each sham;

Show what Thou art

and what I am.

O smite and spare not

faith­ful God!

A Fa­ther’s hand still holds the rod;

O make my sin-stained con­sci­ence smart

And write Thy law up­on my heart

So plain­ly

that my will shall bow

In full sur­ren­der

here and now!

Work on in me Thy per­fect will

In me Thy pro­mise

Lord

ful­fill;

O make me quick to fight for Thee

And set my soul in li­ber­ty!

My soul can rest in no­thing less

Than in a spot­less ho­li­ness.