O Lord, my inmost heart and thought Thy searching eye doth see; Where'er I rest, where'er I go, My ways are known to Thee. Each spoken word, each silent thought, Thou, Lord, dost understand; Before me and behind art Thou, Restraining by Thy hand. If I the wings of morning take To some remotest land, Still I shall be upheld by Thee And guided by Thy hand. From Thee, O Lord, I cannot hide Though darkness cover me; The darkness and the light of day Are both alike to Thee. Search me, O God, and know my heart, Try me, my thoughts to know; O lead me, if in sin I stray, In paths of life to go.