LORD, Thou hast searched me, and dost know Where’er I rest, where’er I go; Thou knowest all that I have planned, And all my ways are in Thy hand. My words from Thee I cannot hide; I feel Thy power on every side.
O wondrous knowledge, awful might, Unfathomed depth, unmeasured height! Where can I go apart from Thee, Or whither from Thy presence flee? In Heaven?—it is Thy dwelling fair; In death’s abode?—lo, Thou art there.
If I the wings of morning take, And far away my dwelling make, The hand that leads me, still is Thine, And my support Thy power divine; If deepest darkness cover me, The darkness hideth not from Thee.
To Thee both night and day are bright, The darkness shineth as the light. All that I am I owe to Thee; Thy wisdom, Lord, has fashioned me; I give my Maker humblest praise, Whose wondrous works my soul amaze.
The Psalter, 1912