Lord, All I Am Is Known to Thee

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.

Thy all sur­round­ing sight sur­veys

My ris­ing and my rest

My pub­lic walks

my pri­vate ways

The sec­rets of my breast.

My thoughts lie op­en to Thee

Lord

Before they’re formed with­in;

And ere my lips pro­nounce the word

Thou know­est the sense I mean.

O won­drous know­ledge! deep and high:

Where can a crea­ture hide?

Within Thy circ­ling arms I lie

Beset on ev­ery side.

So let Thy grace sur­round me still

And like a bul­wark prove

To guard my soul from ev­ery ill

Secured by sov­er­eign love.