Mary Sidney Herbert - O Lord! In Me There Lieth Naught lyrics

O Lord! in me there lieth naught But to thy search revealed lies; For when I sit, Thou markest it, No less Thou notest when I rise; Yea, closest closet of my thought Hath open windows to thine eyes. Thou walkest with me when I walk; When to my bed for rest I go I find Thee there, And everywhere; Not youngest thought in me doth grow, No, not one word I cast to talk, But yet unuttered Thou dost know. To shun thy notice, leave thine eye, O, whither might I take my way? To starry sphere? Thy throne is there. To dead men's undelightsome stay? There is thy walk, and there to lie Unknown, in vain I should essay. O sun, whom light nor flight can match, Suppose thy lightful, flightful wings Thou lend to me, And I could flee As far as thee the evening brings; Even led to west, He would me catch, Nor should I lurk with western things. Do thou thy best, O secret night, In sable veil to cover me; The sable veil Shall vainly fail; With day unmasked my night shall be: For night is day, and darkness light, O Father of all lights, to Thee.