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Latest revision as of 00:16, 13 November 2007
Contents
Sheet Music
- Tune from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Use of the Latter Day Saints, 1844
- MIDI
- LilyPond
- Copyright: Public Domain
- Contributer: Veramet
Lyrics
Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Use of the Latter Day Saints, 1844
1. Lord, thou hast searched and seen me thro',
Thine eye commands with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their pow'rs.
2. My thoughts, before they are my own
Are to my God distinctly known:
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my op'ning lips they break.
3. Within thy circling pow'r I stand,
On ev'ry side I find thy hand:
Awake - asleep - at home - abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.
4. Amazing knowledge! - vast and great!
What large extent! What lofty height!
My soul, with all the pow'rs I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
5. O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove - where'er I rest;
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin - for God is there.
Lyrics from A Collection of Sacred Hymns for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Europe, 1840
Hymn 110
L.M.
1. Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through,
Thine eye commands with piercing view
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their pow'rs!
2. My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known;
He knows the words I mean to speak,
Ere from my op'ning lips they break.
3. Within thy circling pow'r I stand,
On ev'ry side I find thy hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.
4. Amazing knowledge, vast and great!
What large extent! what lofty height!
My soul, with all the pow'rs I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
5. O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.