By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M. Psalm cxxxix.
      1 IN all my vast concerns with thee,
      In vain my soul would try
      To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
      The notice of thine eye.

      2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys
      My rising and my rest,
      My public walks, my private ways,
      The secrets of my breast.

      3 My thoughts lie open to thee, Lord,
      Before they're formed within;
      And, ere my lips pronounce the word,
      Thou know'st the sense I mean.

      4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high!
      Where can a creature hide?
      Within thy circling arms I lie,
      Beset on every side.

      5 So let thy grace surround me still,
      And like a bulwark prove,
      To guard my soul from every ill,
      Secured by sovereign love.