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,
The secrets of my breast.
3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord,
Before they’re form'd within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
Thou know'st the sense I mean.
4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a creature hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on ev'ry side.
5 So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from ev'ry ill,
Secur'd by sov'reign love.
|First Line:||Lord, all I am is known to thee!|
|Topic:||Character and Perfections of God|