Psalm 139

O Lord in me there lieth nought

    But to thy search revealed lies;

          For when I sit

          Thou markest it:

    Nor less thou notest when I rise:

Yea, closest closet of my thought

    Hath open windows to thine eyes.

Thou walkest with me when I walk;

    When to my bed for rest I go,

          I find thee there,

          And everywhere,

    Not youngest thought in me doth grow,

No, not one word I cast to talk

    But, yet unuttered, thou dost know.

If forth I march, thou goest before;

    If back I turn, thou com'st behind;

          So forth nor back

          Thy guard I lack;

    Nay, on me too thy hand I find.

Well I thy wisdom may adore,

    But never reach with earthly mind.

To shun thy notice, leave thine eye,

    O whither might I take my way?

            To starry sphere?

            Thy throne is there:

    To dead men's undelightsome stay?

There is thy walk, and there to lie

    Unknown, in vain should I assay.

O sun, whom light nor flight can match!

    Suppose thy lightful flightful wings

            Thou lend to me,

            And I could flee

    As far as thee the evening brings:

Even led to west he would me catch

    Nor should I lurk with western things.

Do thou thy best, O secret night!

    In sable veil to cover me:

            Thy sable veil

            Shall vainly fail:

    With day unmasked my night shall be,

For night is day, and darkness light,

    O Father of all lights, to thee.