[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series]
It is too wonderful to plumb
how wide and full your scanning sight,
your knowledge of my inmost thought,
in caverns deep, or mountain height.
I cannot go where you are not,
I cannot hide – you need no light
to see, assess – amazingly
you formed my body ‘out of sight’.
You have a chosen plan, and guide;
your thoughts and words are precious, vast.
I hate all evil, blasphemy,
– God will remove it all at last!
Search me, my God, and know my heart,
from all that’s wrong help me to part;
and lead me in your righteous way,
to all eternity, I pray. on Psalm 139