Lord, Thou my heart dost search and try, And what is hidden from mine eye Thou seest, all I am and own To Thine omniscient mind is known. | Whene’r I sit, lie down, or stand, Or walk, or run, on ev’ry hand Thy presence doth encompass me, At all times I am hard by Thee. | And all the thoughts that stir my heart, That lurk in its most secret part, Thy searching eye doth scrutinize Ere they to consciousness arise. | And never from my tongue a word Escapes, by Thee, O Lord, unheard; Thou order’st all I speak or do, And guidest me life’s journey through. | ’Tis true, I know, but must remain A knowledge I can ne’er attain, A mystery beyond the ken Of feeble and short-sighted men. | Where shall I from Thy Spirit fly, Escape from Thine omniscient eye? Where shall I from Thy presence hide, And where remote from Thee abide? | If I ascend the utmost height Of heav’n, there art Thou, thron’d in light; Or should I down to hell repair And make my bed, I’d find Thee there. | Should I on morning’s pinions ride, As far as ocean’s empire wide Of stormy waves breaks on the land, I’d be upheld by Thy right hand. | Or if the help of night I sought, No change by darkness would be wrought, For let the night be as it may, With Thee is ever cloudless day. | ’Mid darkest shadows Thou canst see, The darkness is a light to Thee, Thy glance is ever clear and bright, From sun and moon Thou need’st no light. | My reins Thou ever hast possess’d, For in Thy hand they ever rest, From infancy Thou hast me led, With daily blessings crown’d my head. | Thou hast, who’rt greatly to be fear’d, My frame with cunning hand uprear’d; Thy works, Thy wondrous pow’r forth tell, And that my soul doth know right well. | My substance was not hid from Thee, When I in secret curiously Was fashion’d in the depths of earth, From whence Thy pow’r hath brought me forth. | Before my time, my times for me Determin’d were by Thy decree, The tale of years and days I’d see, Hours, moments, all were fix’d by Thee. | My God, how precious, sweet, and fair, I see array’d before me there The thoughts of wisdom of Thy heart, In all Thy bounty doth impart. | The sum of these so high doth mount, That when their number I would count, I find them infinitely more Than dust or sand, on field or shore. | How doth the bold blaspheming band Thee vilify on every hand, O God of wonders! and Thy name Despise and treat with open shame. | Their scornful mouths, Lord, close and seal, Against them speedily reveal Thy wrath! against Thy foes arise, Thy foes are hateful in mine eyes. | Though in return, their hatred sore Against Thee burn, I do no more Amid the rage of angry foes, Than ’neath Thy shelt’ring wings repose. | Lord, search and know my heart and mood, See if my way be right and good, The everlasting joyful road Lead me that brings me home to God. | |