Lord, all I am You know and see:
In vain my soul would try
To shun Your presence, or to flee
The notice of Your eye.
Your all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,
My public deeds, my private ways,
The secrets unconfessed.
So let Your grace surround me still,
And like a fortress prove,
To guard my soul, to guide my will,
Sucured by sov'reign love,
Sucured by sov'reign love.
My thoughts lie open to You, Lord,
Before they're formed within;
And as my lips pronounce each word,
You know the sence I mean.
O woundrous knowledge deep and high;
Where can a creature hide?
Within Your circling arms I lie,
Secure on ev'ry side.
So let Your grace surround me still,
And like a fortress prove,
To guard my soul, to guide my will,
Secured by sov'reign love,
Secured by sov'reign love.
So let Your grace surround me still,
And like a fortress prove,
To guard my soul, to guide my will,
Secured by sov'reign love,
Secured by sov'reign love.
Sov'reign love.

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