Lord, thou hast searched and seen me thro’;

Thine eye commands with piercing view

My rising and my resting hours,

My heart and flesh with all their powers.

2 My thoughts, before they are my own,

Are to my God distinctly known;

He knows the words I mean to speak,

Ere from my opening lips they break.

3 Within thy circling power I stand;

On every side I find thy hand:

Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,

I am surrounded still with God.

4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great!

What large extent! what lofty hight!

My soul, with all the powers I boast,

Is in the boundless prospect lost.