Lord you're near me every hour

You would know the least thing

You who see me from afar

Sleeping or arising



Lord before me and behind

Infinite and ageless

Such a number is too high

I cannot attain it



If to heaven I will fly

You will be beside me

If in Sheol I will lie

Even there you'll find me



If I fled on morning wings

Far beyond the great sea

Even there your hand will lead

For I Am will guide me



In the secret of the womb

I was formed and molded

I was skillfull and adorned

wonderfully worthed



You have numbered all my days

Long before you gave them

In the pages of the book

They have all been gifted



High and wondrous are your thoughts

Fast beyond our telling

If I count them they grow more

I can never grasp them



Search me God and know my heart

Let evil never find me

Lead me on your rigtheous path

Sure and everlasting.