O Lord, Thy all discerning
eyes
My inmost purpose see;
My deeds, my words, my
thoughts, arise
Alike disclosed to Thee:
My sitting down, my rising
up,
Broad noon, and deepest
night,
My path, my pillow, and my
cup,
Are open to Thy sight.
Before, behind, I meet Thine
eye,
And feel Thy heavy hand:
Such knowledge is for me too
high,
To reach or understand:
What of Thy wonders can I
know?
What of Thy purpose see?
Where from Thy Spirit shall I
go?
Where from Thy presence flee?
If I ascend to heaven on
high,
Or make my bed in hell;
Or take the morning’s wings,
and fly
O’er ocean’s bounds to dwell;
Or seek, from Thee, a hiding
place
Amid the gloom of night—
Alike to Thee are time and
space,
The darkness and the light.
