Song 9

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 publish'd 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 T' indulge a sinful thought, Since the great God can see, and hear, And writes down every fault!