O Lord, my inmost heart and thought
Thy searching eye doth see;
Wher'e'er I rest, where'er I go,
My ways are known to Thee.
Each spoken work, each silent tho't.
Thou, Lord, dost understand;
Before me and behind art Thou,
Restraining by Thy hand.
If I the wings of morning take
To some remotest land,
Still I shall be upheld by Thee
And guided by Thy hand.
From Thee, O Lord, I cannot hide,
Tho' darkness cover me;
The darkness and the light of day
Are both alike to Thee.
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.
- Psalter Number: 384