1 O Lord, my inmost heart and tho't
Thy searching eye doth see;
Where'er I rest, where'er I go,
My ways are known to Thee.
2 Each spoken word, each silent tho't
Thou, Lord, dost understand;
Before me and behind art Thou,
Restraining by Thy hand.
3 If I the wings of morning take
To some remotest land,
Still I shall be upheld by Thee
And guided by Thy hand.
4 From Thee, O Lord, I cannot hide,
Tho' darkness cover me;
The darkness and the light of day
Are both alike to Thee.
5 Search me, O God, and know my heart,
Try me, my tho'ts to know;
O lead me, if in sin I stray,
In paths of life to go.
