Almighty God, Thy Piercing Eye
Strikes Through The Shades Of Night,
And Our Most Secret Actions Lie
All Open To Thy Sight.
There’s Not A Sin That We Commit,
Nor Wicked Word We Say,
But In Thy Dreadful Book ‘Tis Writ
Against The Judgment–Day.
And Must The Crimes That I Have Done
Be Read And Published There;
Be All Exposed Before The Sun,
While Men And Angels Hear?
Lord, At Thy Feet Ashamed I Lie;
Upward I Dare Not Look:
Pardon My Sins Before I Die,
And Blot Them From Thy Book.
Remember All The Dying Pains
That My Redeemer Felt;
And Let His Blood Wash Out My Stains,
And Answer For My Guilt.
O May I Now For Ever Fear
To Indulge A Sinful Thought,
Since The Great God Can See And Hear,
And Writes Down Every Fault!