Master of My Salvation

by Annie Barlow

Be Thou my Vision
oh Lord of my heart.
The path feels lonely,
the way is dark.

Art Thou still close;
still the same?
Wilt mine eyes,
Thou graciously remain?

To each side of the path,
beasts lie in wait,
for my soul to tremble;
my courage, too late.

I cannot see Thee,
art Thou near?
I pray Thee to guide,
to quiet my roaring fear.

Though I see Thee not,
I feel of Thy hands,
leading me tenderly,
to more blessed lands.

I feel the wounds in Thy palms,
Thou hast purposefully kept,
to remind of Thy sacrifice,
whilst all others slept.

Thou true Son of God,
Thou art The Christ,
to bring back unto The Father,
all mankind with Thy light.

Thou art the glorious Messiah;
Thou overcame the grave,
by descending below all things;
each precious soul, to save.

Master of my salvation,
select wounds feel too deep,
within this tired and aching heart,
for any healing to reach.

Scarred and broken within my chest,
The pain kisses my soul;
stinging with flames fed,
taking away what was once whole.

But Thou Balm of Gilead,
Healing is Thy grace;
with faith can mend and beautify,
every broken place.

Oh Lord hold me in Thy arms;
loved and comforted despite my falls.
For my eyes are on Thee,
and Thy eyes, are on all.