The All-Seeing Eye

O Thou whose all-per­vad­ing eye

Infinite space doth fill

Assist me with be­com­ing awe

To bow be­fore Thy will;

For tho’ I mount the wing­èd winds

And fly thro’ end­less space

E’en there Thy pe­ne­trat­ing eye

My track would sure­ly trace.

Without the do­main of Thy sight

No mor­tal can re­pose

For

tho’ they seek the shades of night

Lo

there Thy pre­sence goes;

If I to Heav­en’s por­tals fly

Or make my bed in hell

Behold

Thy search­ing eye ab­ides

Wherever I may dwell.

Help me

O Lord

with god­ly fear

And love and ho­ly trust

To walk up­right­ly in Thy sight

Till I re­turn to dust;

Of Thy free grace

O Lord

sup­ply

Hear this my con­stant pray­er

That whe­ther it be life or death

Oh

let me find Thee there.