| Song | In All My Vast Concerns With Thee |
| Album | John Wesley’s Collection of Hymns |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | In All My Vast Concerns With Thee |
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In All My Vast Concerns With Thee,
In Vain My Soul Would Try
To Shun Thy Presence, Lord, Or Flee
The Notice Of Thine Eye.
Thy All-Surrounding Sight Surveys
My Rising And My Rest,
My Public Walks, My Private Ways,
The Secrets Of My Breast.
My Thoughts Lie Open To Thee, Lord,
Before They’re Formed Within;
And, Ere My Lips Pronounce The Word,
Thou Know’st The Sense I Mean.
O Wondrous Knowledge, Deep And High!
Where Can A Creature Hide?
Within Thy Circling Arms I Lie,
Beset On Every Side.
So Let Thy Grace Surround Me Still,
And Like A Bulwark Prove,
To Guard My Soul From Every Ill,
Secured By Sovereign Love.
