To think of once deserting thee!
Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun?
Or whither from thy presence run?
3If I the morning's wings could gain,
And fly beyond the western main,
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,
And there arrest thy fugitive.
4Or should I try to shun thy sight
Beneath the sable wings of night,
One glance from thee, one piercing ray,