1 Lord, thou hast searched me, and dost know
where'er I rest, where'er I go;
thou knowest all that I have planned,
and all my ways are in thy hand.

2 My words from thee I cannot hide;
I feel thy pow'r on every side;
O wondrous knowledge, awesome might,
unfathomed depth, unmeasured height!

3 Where can I go apart from thee,
or whither from thy presence flee?
In heav'n? - it is thy dwelling fair;
in death's abode? - lo, thou art there.

4 If I the wings of morning take,
and far away my dwelling make,
the hand that leadeth me is thine,
and my support thy pow'r divine.

5 If deepest darkness cover me,
the darkness hideth not from thee;
to thee both night and day are bright,
the darkness shineth as the light.