Scripture Verse

Whither shall I go from Thy Spirit? Or whither shall I flee from Thy presence? If I ascend up into heaven, Thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, Thou art there. If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall Thy hand lead me, and Thy right hand shall hold me. Psalm 139:7–10


Words: Eli­za­beth M. Clark, in The In­ter­na­tion­al Les­son Hym­nal, ed­it­ed by Da­vid Cook (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Da­vid C. Cook, 1878), num­ber 32.

Music: Key West Eli­za­beth M. Clark, 1879 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Clark (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


O Thou whose all-per­vad­ing eye
Infinite space doth fill,
Assist me with be­com­ing awe
To bow be­fore Thy will;
For tho’ I mount the wing­èd winds,
And fly thro’ end­less space,
E’en there Thy pe­ne­trat­ing eye
My track would sure­ly trace.

Without the do­main of Thy sight
No mor­tal can re­pose,
For, tho’ they seek the shades of night,
Lo, there Thy pre­sence goes;
If I to Hea­ven’s por­tals fly,
Or make my bed in hell,
Behold, Thy search­ing eye abides
Wherever I may dwell.

Help me, O Lord, with god­ly fear,
And love and ho­ly trust,
To walk up­right­ly in Thy sight,
Till I re­turn to dust;
Of Thy free grace, O Lord, sup­ply,
Hear this my con­stant pray­er,
That whe­ther it be life or death,
Oh, let me find Thee there.