He sees me, has seen me and ever shall see me;

His eyes penetrate the very essence of my being

Before the wondrous process of my creation began.

Where can I escape his watchful eye:

Where do I travel to escape my destiny?

I hide in darkness, yet the dark does not hide me,

He is there, he is there to comfort me, to guide my footsteps.

I demand the impossible, I demand divine favour;

“Show me that I’m important,” I cry,

“Respond thou faceless, cold, indifferent master.”

He responds, not for me, for my soul.

He has searched me, known me, known my inner most thoughts.

He leads me out of the valley of death: I drink the honey of truth.

I cry, “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity: a world of depression, a world of joys,

What profit either? One to the other returns; there is no permanence.”

He answers, “Serve me, love me, accept me and my plans.”

Where can I go to escape him; how can I not obey?

He is everywhere, he is everywhere.

I descend into hell and he is there;

I ascend into heaven and he is there.

Hell, heaven, they are the lot of man;

They praise the glory of God’s name.

How can I not obey him? He is within me;

I hear his voice in my pleasure at a deed,

I hear his voice in my discomfort at evil.

How precious are thy thoughts to me, O God!

How great is the sum of them?

Thy Word is my way, the lamp of my feet;

Thy world magnifies thy name!