O Lord, my in­most heart and thought
Thy search­ing eye doth see;
Where’er I rest, wher­e’er I go,
My ways are known to Thee.

Each spok­en word, each si­lent thought,
Thou, Lord, dost un­der­stand;
Before me and be­hind art Thou,
Restraining by Thy hand.

If I the wings of morn­ing take
To some re­mot­est land,
Still I shall be up­held by Thee
And guid­ed by Thy hand.

From Thee, O Lord, I can­not hide
Though dark­ness co­ver me;
The dark­ness and the light of day
Are both alike to Thee.

Search me, O God, and know my heart,
Try me, my thoughts to know;
O lead me, if in sin I stray,
In paths of life to go.