1 In all my vast concerns with thee In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye.
2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast.
3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord Before they're form'd within: And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean.
4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high! Where can a creature hide? Within thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side.
5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secur'd by sovereign love.