Blacklock

C.M.

LORD! Thou, with an unerring beam,

Surveyest all my powers;

My rising steps are watched by Thee,

By Thee my resting hours.

2

My thoughts, scarce struggling into birth,

Great God, are known to Thee;

Abroad, at home, still I’m inclosed

with Thine immensity.

3

To Thee the labyrinths of life

In open view appear;

Nor steals a whisper from my lips

Without Thy listening ear.

4

Behind I glance, and Thou art there,

Before me shines Thy name;

And ’tis Thy strong almighty hand

Sustains my tender frame.

5

Such knowledge mocks the vain essay

Of my astonished mind;

Nor can my reason’s soaring eye

Its towering summit find.