From out the hideous night,
Seeking Thy perfect light,
Dear Lord, I come!
Ambushed on every side,
Dark error's foemen hide;
Oh, lead me on.
Armed with Thy Truth's sharp steel,
No fear of foes I feel,—
Strong in Thy might.
Love, crowning all with peace,
Bids strife and tumult cease,
Makes service light.
Turning from death and sin,
Thy Life to enter in,
Lord, may I prove,—
All things to us are given,
Health, hope, the joys of heaven,—
Gifts of Thy love.
