I. Watts

L.M.

LORD, Thou hast searched and seen me through,

Thine eye commands with piercing view,

My rising and my resting hours,

My heart and flesh, with all their powers.

2

My thoughts, before they are my own,

Are to my God distinctly known;

He knows the words I mean to speak,

Ere from my opening lips they break.

3

Within Thy circling power I stand,

On every side I find Thy hand;

Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,

I am surrounded still with God.

4

Amazing knowledge, vast and great!

What large extent! what lofty height!

My soul, with all the powers I boast,

Is in the boundless prospect lost.

5

Oh 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.