I. Watts
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.
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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.