[ Featuring Scottish Festival Singers ]
Lord, Thou hast searched me
Thou hast known
My rising and my sitting down
And from afar Thou knowest well
The very thoughts that in me dwell
Thou knowest all the ways I plan
My path and lying down dost scan
For in my tongue no word can be
But, lo, O Lord, 'tis known to Thee
Behind me, before me, Thou dost stand
And lay on me Thy mighty hand
Such knowledge is for me too strange
And high beyond my utmost range
