| Text: | My thought are open to you, Lord |
| Author: | Isaac Watts |
| Tune: | BIRSTAL |
| Arranger: | Clark Kimberling |
My thoughts are open to you, Lord,
before they're formed within;
before my lips pronounce a word,
you know the sense I mean.
If winged with beams of morning light,
I fly beyond the west,
your hand, which must support my flight,
would know my place of rest.
If o’er my sins I thought to draw
the curtains of the night,
your love and truth, which guard your law,
would turn the shades to light.
O wondrous knowledge, high and deep!
No subtle sin can hide;
I am secure awake, asleep,
your arms on every side.
God, let your grace surround me still,
a bulwark from above;
it guards my soul from every ill!
I'm safe in sovereign love.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | My thought are open to you, Lord |
| Author: | Isaac Watts (1719, alt. 2013) |
| Meter: | CM |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 2014 |
| Scripture: | |
| Source: | Psalm 139, 1st Part, alt. |
| Tune Information | |
|---|---|
| Name: | BIRSTAL |
| Arranger: | Clark Kimberling (2013) |
| Meter: | CM |
| Key: | d minor |
| Source: | Tune Tranditional, 1761 |
| Copyright: | Arrangement © 2013 Clark Kimberling |