C.M.
1
Where’er I am, whate’er I do,
Cannot concealèd be,
For God from His exalted throne,
Does always look at me.
2
The secret thought within my heart
No mortal eye can see;
But God beholds it moving there;
He always looks at me.
3
I cannot from His presence go,
Nor from His Spirit flee;
He is Himself in every place,
And always looks at me.
4
If I am led to fear Thy name,
To love and worship Thee;
Then will the words delight afford;
“God always looks at me.”