Father divine, thy piercing eye

Sees through the darkest night,

In deep retirement thau art nigh,

With heart-discerning sight.

2 There may that piercing eye survey,

My duteous homage paid,

With every morning’s dawning ray

And every evening’s shade.

3 O let thy own celestial fire

The incense still inflame;

While my warm vows to thee aspire,

Through my Redeemer’s name.

4 So shall the visits of thy love

My soul in secret bless;

So shalt thou deign in worlds above,

Thy suppliant to confess.