SONG 9. The All-seeing God.
I
Almighty God, thy piercing eye
Strikes thro' the shades of night;
And our most secret actions lie
All open to thy sight.
II
There's not a sin that we commit,
Nor wicked word we say,
But in thy dreadful book 'tis writ,
Against the judgment day.
III
And must the crimes that I have done
Be read and publish'd there?
Be all expos'd before the sun,
While men and angels hear?
IV
Lord, at thy foot asham'd I lie;
Upwards I dare not look;
Pardon my sins before I die,
And blot them from thy book.
V
Remember all the dying pains
That my Redeemer felt,
And let his blood wash out my stains,
And answer for my guilt.
VI
O may I now for ever fear
T'indulge a sinful thought,
Since the great God can see and hear,
And writes down ev'ry fault.
