O Lord, Thou searchest me, my heart dost know,
My rising, resting, every thought dost see.
My paths, my words, before they form or go,
Thy hand is laid, too wondrous far for me.
Where can I flee Thy presence, Spirit’s call?
To heaven’s height, or Sheol’s depths descend?
Thy wings of dawn, the sea’s far end, enthrall,
Thy right hand holds, no darkness can transcend.
Thou knit me in my mother’s womb, Thy care,
My frame, unformed, Thy book of life did see.
Thy thoughts, O God, how precious, vast they fare,
More than the sand, I wake, I’m still with Thee.
Search me, O God, my heart’s deep way to find,
Lead me in truth, Thy everlasting mind.
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