Thy thoughts con­cern­ing me, O God,
Are pre­cious and di­vine,
Outnumbering the sands of time,
They assure me I am Thine.

When I awake I’m still with Thee,
I am by Thee beset,
Thy pro­vi­dence my path doth guard,
Thy mer­cy guides my feet.

Thy hand is oft up­on me laid,
When I would go as­tray,
Thou gent­ly whis­per­est in my ear,
My child, this is the way.

There is no word my tongue can frame,
But what is known to Thee,
Else would I lose my­self away,
In prais­es to Thy name.

But search me, Lord, and let my thoughts
Reflect Thy so­ver­eign will,
And when I cross the bar, I pray
I may be with Thee still.