Lord, Thou Hast Searched Me

Lord

Thou hast searched me and dost know

Where’er I rest

where’er I go;

Thou know­est all that I have planned

And all my ways are in Thy hand.

My words from Thee I can­not hide

I feel Thy pow­er on ev­ery side;

O won­drous know­ledge

aw­ful might

Unfathomed depth

un­mea­sured height.

Where can I go apart from Thee

Or whi­ther from Thy pre­sence flee?

In Heav’n? It is Thy dwell­ing fair;

In death’s abode? Lo

Thou art there.

If I the wings of morn­ing take

And far away my dwell­ing make

The hand that lead­eth me is Thine

And my sup­port Thy pow­er di­vine.

If deep­est dark­ness cov­er me

The dark­ness hid­eth not from Thee;

To Thee both night and day are bright

The dark­ness shin­eth as the light.