1 Almighty God, thy piercing eye
Strikes through the shades of night,
And our most secret actions lie
All open to thy sight.
2 There's not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say,
But in thy dreadful book 't is writ
Against the judgment-day.
3 Lord, at thy foot ashamed I lie,
Upward I dare not look:
Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from thy book.
4 Remember all the dying pains,
Thou, my Redeemer, felt,
And let thy blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt.
5 Oh, may I now forever fear
To indulge a sinful thought,
Since the great God can see and hear,
And writes down every fault.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #66