Safe in Jesus
by Rick Brentlinger
(Pace, FL, USA)
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.
My thoughts lie open to my Lord
Before they're formed within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word
He knows the sense I mean.
Oh wondrous knowledge, deep and high!
Where can a sinner hide?
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Enclosed on every side.
edited by Rick Brentlinger.
This poem is in
the public domain.
