My substance was not hid from Thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Psalm 139:15
Not in darkness nor in mystery,
No depth of heart or mind,
Nowhere in heav’n or earth or hell
Can I run and Thou not find;
Transcendent thoughts too deep for me
Surround on every side.
Thy mighty wisdom, O my God,
Moves ocean, wind and tide.
With skillful and with hidden hand
Thou workest in the womb,
And there, in dark and tiny space,
Makest unseen life to bloom.
Fashioned fearfully and wonderf’ly,
Thy knowledge to display,
Thine image bearer grows in night
Which is to Thee as day.
How I love Thy wisdom and Thy thoughts
Unnumbered as the sands.
I joy that all my earthly trials
Are written by Thy hands.
And I trust that strong benevolence
That never leaves my side—
Thy holy, gracious presence is
My treasure and my guide.