O Lord, Thy All Discerning Eyes

O Lord

Thy all dis­cern­ing eyes

My in­most pur­pose see;

My deeds

my words

my thoughts

arise

Alike dis­closed to Thee:

My sit­ting down

my ris­ing up

Broad noon

and deep­est night

My path

my pil­low

and my cup

Are op­en to Thy sight.

Before

be­hind

I meet Thine eye

And feel Thy hea­vy hand:

Such know­ledge is for me too high

To reach or un­der­stand:

What of Thy won­ders can I know?

What of Thy pur­pose see?

Where from Thy Spir­it shall I go?

Where from Thy pre­sence flee?

If I as­cend to Heav­en on high

Or make my bed in hell;

Or take the morn­ing’s wings

and fly

O’er ocean’s bounds to dwell;

Or seek

from Thee

a hid­ing place

Amid the gloom of night—

Alike to Thee are time and space

The dark­ness and the light.