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.


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.


Within Thy circling power I stand,

On every side I find Thy hand;

Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,

I am surrounded still with God.


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.


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.


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