1 Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known
My rising up and lying down;
My secret thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before conceiv'd by me.
2 Thine eye my bed and paths surveys,
My publick haunts and private ways;
Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent,
My yet unutter'd words' intent.
3 Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand;
On ev'ry side I find thy hand.
O skill, for human reach too high!
Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!
4 Let me acknowledge, too, O God,
That since this maze of life I trod,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The pow'r of numbers to recount:
5 Far sooner could I reckon o'er
The sands upon the ocean's shore:
Each morn, revising what I've done,
I find th' account but new begun.
6 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart,
If mischief lurks in any part;
Correct me where I go astray,
And guide me in thy perfect way.
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First Line: | Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known |
Meter: | Second Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Psalms of Praise and Adoration |
Source: | Tate and Brady's Version |
Notes: | Public Domain. |