3 Thy glorious eye pervadeth space;
Thy presence, Lord, fills every place;
And, wheresoe’er my lot may be,
Still shall my spirit cleave to thee,
To thee, my God, to thee.
4 Renouncing every worldly thing,
And safe beneath thy sheltering wing,
My sweetest thought henceforth shall be,
That all I want I find in thee,
In thee, my God, in thee.