Words: Isaac Watts Music: "Belmont" by William Gardiner Lord, all I am is known to Thee: In vain my soul would try To shun Thy presence, or to flee The notice of Thine eye. Thy all surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, The secrets of my breast. My thoughts lie open to Thee, Lord, Before they?re formed within; And ere my lips pronounce the word, Thou knowest the sense I mean. O wondrous knowledge! deep and high: Where can a creature hide? Within Thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side. So let Thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love.
© Copyright 2004-06 JumboJimbo.com
Please note that the lyrics collection is provided for private education/information purposes only. You are advised to confirm your compliance with the appropriate local copyright regulations before using any of the material provided by any Internet lyrics site. The lyrics/chords/tabs sheets represent contributors' interpretations of the material and may not be identical to the original versions, which are copyright their respective owners.