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.
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.
If I the wings of morning take, And far away my dwelling make,
The hand that leadeth me is Thine, And my support Thy power divine.
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.