1 I ORD Thou hast searched and seen me through; Thine eye commands with piercing view My heart and flesh, with all their powers. Are to my God distinctly known; Ere from my opening lips they break. On every side I find Thy hand : I am surrounded still with God. What large extent, what lofty height! Is in the boundless propect lost. Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! Isaac Watts, 1719 3 Whose grace is all unsearchable, Whose care for me no tongue can tell, Said to be from the Greek, tr. anon. c. 1890 BENEDIC ANIMA 8. 7. 8. 7. 8. 7. 1 PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven, 1 To His feet thy tribute bring ; Praise Him, praise Him, Praise the everlasting King ! To our fathers in distress ; Praise Him, praise Him, Well our feeble frame He knows; Praise Him, praise Him, Widely as His mercy flows! Ye behold Him face to face ; Praise Him, praise Him, Henry F. Lyte, 1834 |