1 Thou, Lord, by strictest Search hast known
My Rising up, and Lying-down:
My secret Thoughts are known to Thee;
Known, long before conceiv'd by me.

2 Thine Eye my Bed and Path surveys,
My public Haunts and private Ways:
Thou know'st what 'tis my Lips would vent,
My yet unutter'd Word's Intent.

3 Surrounded by thy Pow'r I stand,
On ev'ry Side I find thy Hand.
O Skill! for human Reach too high!
Too dazzling bright for mortal Eye!

4 Search, try, O God, my Thoughts and Heart,
If Mischief lurks in any Part:
Correct me, where I go astray;
And guide me in thy perfect Way.