Lord, you've searched me; your knowledge of me is complete; You know my ways, my thoughts, e'en my words 'fore I speak. You surround me behind and before, your hand's nigh, Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too high. Where can I hide from thy spirit, thy presence flee? Not heav'n, not hell, darkness, nor the remotest sea. I'll give praise, for by you I am wonderfully made; E'en in my mother's womb your eyes my all surveyed. Your thoughts of me number more than countless sand-grain. Surely you'll slay sinners who take your Name in vain. Search me, O God; know my heart and thoughts. I'm asking: See if there's sin, lead in the way everlasting.
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