11 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon, Thro' midnight shades as blazing noon.
12 Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God, they're both alike to thee: Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked to his eye.
13 "O 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."