Henry Charles Beeching, ed. (1859–1919). Lyra Sacra: A Book of Religious Verse. 1903.
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| O LORD, 1 in me there lieth nought | |
| But to Thy search revealed lies; | |
| For when I sit | |
| Thou markest it; | |
| No less Thou notest when I rise; | 5 |
| Yea, closest closet of my thought | |
| Hath open windows to Thine eyes. | |
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| Thou walkest with me when I walk; | |
| When to my bed for rest I go, | |
| I find Thee there | 10 |
| And everywhere: | |
| Not youngest thought in me doth grow, | |
| No, not one word I cast to talk, | |
| But, yet unuttered, Thou dost know. | |
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| If forth I march, Thou go’st before; | 15 |
| If back I turn, Thou com’st behind; | |
| So forth nor back | |
| Thy guard I lack. | |
| Nay, on me too Thy hand I find. | |
| Well I Thy wisdom may adore | 20 |
| But never reach with earthy mind. | |
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| To shun Thy notice, leave Thine eye, | |
| O whither might I take my way? | |
| To starry sphere? | |
| Thy throne is there. | 25 |
| To dead men’s undelightsome stay? | |
| There is Thy walk, and there to lie | |
| Unknown in vain I should assay. | |
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| O sun, whom light nor flight can match, | |
| Suppose thy lightful flightful wings | 30 |
| Thou lend to me | |
| And I could flee | |
| As far as Thee the evening brings: | |
| Ev’n led to west He would me catch, | |
| Nor should I lurk with western things. | 35 |
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| Do thou thy best, O secret night, | |
| In sable veil to cover me: | |
| Thy sable veil | |
| Shall vainly fail; | |
| With day unmasked my night shall be; | 40 |
| For night is day, and darkness light, | |
| O Father of all lights, to Thee. | |
