Thou, Lord, by Strictest Search Hast Known

Thou

Lord

by strict­est search hast known

My ris­ing up and ly­ing down;

My sec­ret thoughts are known to Thee

Known long be­fore con­ceived by me.

Thine eye my bed and path sur­veys

My pub­lic haunts and pri­vate ways

Thou know’st what ’tis my lips would vent

My yet un­ut­tered word’s in­tent.

Surrounded by Thy pow­er I stand

On ev­ery side I find Thy hand;

O skill

for hu­man reach too high!

Too dazz­ling bright for mor­tal eye!

Search

try

O God

my thought and heart

If mis­chief lurks in any part;

Correct me where I go as­tray

And guide me in Thy per­fect way.