2 Though I should seek the shades of night,
And hide myself in guilty fear,
To thee the darkness seems as light,
The midnight as the noonday clear.
3 The heavens, the earth, the sea, the sky,
All own thee ever present there;
Where’er I turn, thou still art nigh,
Thy Spirit dwelling everywhere.
4 O may that Spirit, ever blest,
Upon my soul in radiance shine,