1 Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known
My rising up and lying down;
My secret thoughts are known to Thee,
Known long before conceived by me.
2 From Thy all-seeing Spirit, Lord,
What hiding-place does earth afford?
O where can I Thy influence shun,
Or whither from Thy presence run?
3 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thy all-searching eyes;
Through midnight shades Thou find'st thy way,
As in the blazing noon of day.
4 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart,
If mischief lurk 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: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |