God is Everywhere

In all my vast concerns with thee,

In vain my soul would try

To shun thy presence, Lord! or flee

The notice of thine eye.

Thine all-surrounding sight surveys

My rising and my rest,

My public walks, my private ways,

And secrets of my breast.

My thoughts lie open to the Lord,

Before they're formed within;

And, ere my lips pronounce the word,

He knows the sense I mean.

Oh, wondrous knowledge, deep and high,

Where can a creature hide?

Within thy circling arms I lie,

Enclosed 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.