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Lord, thou hast searched me, etc.
Psalm 139:1.
Lord, all I am is known to thee;
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, or to flee
The notice of thine eye.
2 Thy all-observing eye surveys
My rising and my rest,
My public walks, my private ways,
The secrets of my breast.
3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord,
Before they’re formed within,
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
Thou knowest all I mean.
4 O let thine arms surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secured by sovereign love.