1 Lord, thou with an unerring beam
Surveyest all my powers;
My rising steps are watch'd by thee,
By thee, my resting hours.
2 My thoughts, scarce struggling in to birth,
Great God, are known to thee;
Abroad, at home, still I'm inclos'd
With thine immensity.
3 To thee the labyrinths of life
In open view appear;
Nor steals a whisper from my lips
Without thy listening ear.
4 Behind I glance, and thou art there;
Before me shines thy name;
And 'tis thy strong almighty hand
Sustains my tender frame,
5 Such knowledge mocks the vain essay,
O my astonish'd mind;
Nor can my reason's soaring eye
Its towering summit find.
Source: The Hartford Selection of Hymns: from the most approved authors: to which are added a number never before published (2nd ed.) #V