1 Lord, all I am is known to Thee!
In vain my soul would try
To shun Thy presence, or to 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 formed 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,
Secured by sovereign love.
|First Line:||Lord, all I am is known to Thee!|
|Author:||Watts (1719, a.)|
|Topic:||God: His Wisdom and Omniscience; Ninth Sunday after Trinity|
|Notes:||Alternate tune #198 or #221|
|Notes:||Composer from index: Raphael Courtville, 1680|