I myself am the life, and the truth, and the way.
Yea, Lord, this we know; but we lose sight of thee;
Unguarded we’re snared ere our danger we see;
So hidden the net, ’tis in thy light alone
That a spirit that’s not of thee clearly is known.
O Lord search us out; our impurities heal;
Thou, tempted, though sinless, knowest all that we feel;
A way of escape for the humble thou’lt find,
And help them the pure testimony to bind.
How sweet and consoling the true Shepherd’s voice!