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CCLXXXIV. Lord, all I am is known to thee

1 Lord, all I am is known to thee,
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, or to flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,
My public walks, my private ways,
The secrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord,
Before they’re form'd within:
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
Thou know'st the sense I mean.

4 O wond'rous knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on every side.

5 So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secur'd by sov'reign love.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, all I am is known to thee
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Topic: Petition

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