Thou, Lord, by strictest
search hast known
My rising up and lying
down;
My secret thoughts are
known to Thee,
Known long before
conceived by me.
Thine
eye my bed and path
surveys,
My public haunts and
private ways,
Thou know�st what �tis my
lips would vent,
My yet unuttered word�s
intent.
Surrounded by Thy power
I stand,
On every side I find Thy
hand;
O skill, for human reach
too high!
Too dazzling bright for
mortal eye!
Search, try, O God, my
thought and heart,
If mischief lurks in any
part;
Correct me where I go
astray,
And guide me in Thy
perfect way.
