Thy thoughts concerning me, O God,
Are precious and divine,
Outnumbering the sands of time,
They assure me I am Thine.

When I awake I’m still with Thee,
I am by Thee beset,
Thy providence my path doth guard,
Thy mercy guides my feet.

Thy hand is oft upon me laid,
When I would go as­tray,
Thou gently whisperest in my ear,
My child, this is the way.

There is no word my tongue can frame,
But what is known to Thee,
Else would I lose myself away,
In praises to Thy name.

But search me, Lord, and let my thoughts
Reflect Thy sovereign will,
And when I cross the bar, I pray
I may be with Thee still.