Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

749 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

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.

Thy all-surrounding sight surveys

My rising and my rest,

My public walks, my private ways,

And secrets of my breast.

My thoughts lie open to the Lord

Before they're formed within;

And ere my lips pronounce the word

He knows the sense I mean.

Oh, wondrous knowledge, deep and high!

Where can a creature hide?

Within Thy circling arms I lie,

Beset on ev'ry side.

So let Thy grace surround me still,

And like a bulwark prove,

To guard my soul from ev'ry ill,

Secured by sov'reign love.