C.M.
1
O Lord, my inmost heart and thought,
Thy searching eye dost see;
Where’er I rest, where’er I go,
My ways are known to Thee.
2
Each spoken word, each silent thought,
Thou, Lord, dost understand;
Before me and behind Thou art,
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,
Though 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 thoughts to know,
O lead me, if in sin I stray,
In paths of life to go.
