Not in dark­ness nor in mys­te­ry,
No depth of heart or mind,
Nowhere in heav’n or earth or hell
Can I run and Thou not find;
Transcendent thoughts too deep for me
Surround on ev­ery side.
Thy migh­ty wis­dom, O my God,
Moves ocean, wind and tide.

With skill­ful and with hid­den hand
Thou work­est in the womb,
And there, in dark and ti­ny space,
Makest un­seen life to bloom.
Fashioned fear­ful­ly and won­der­f’ly,
Thy know­ledge to dis­play,
Thine im­age bear­er grows in night
Which is to Thee as day.

How I love Thy wis­dom and Thy thoughts
Unnumbered as the sands.
I joy that all my earth­ly tri­als
Are writ­ten by Thy hands.
And I trust that strong be­ne­vo­lence
That ne­ver leaves my side—
Thy holy, gra­cious pre­sence is
My trea­sure and my guide.