Almighty God, Thy piercing eye
Strikes through the shades of night;
And our most secret actions lie
All open to Thy sight.
There’s not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say,
But in Thy dreadful book ’tis writ
Against the judgment day.
And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and published there,
Be all exposed before the sun,
While men and angels hear?
Lord! at Thy feet ashamed I lie,
Upward I dare not look;
Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from Thy book.
Remember all the dying pains
The dear Redeemer felt,
And let His blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt!