1 Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me through,
Thine eye commands, with piercing view
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their pow'rs.
2 Could I so false, so faithless prove,
To quit thy service and thy love;
Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun.
Or from thy dreadful glory run?
3 If, mounted on a morning ray,
I fly beyond the western sea;
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.
4 Or should I try to shun thy sight
Beneath the spreading veil of night;
One glance of thine, one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.
5 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thy all-searching eyes.
Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon
Through midnight shades, as blazing noon.
6 O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.
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First Line: | Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me through |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Being and Perfections of God; God omnipresent and omniscient |