How precious are thy thoughts of peace, <br />O God! to me; how great their sum! <br />New every morn, they never cease; <br />They were, they are, and yet shall come, <br />In number and in compass more <br />Than ocean's sand, or ocean's shore. <br /> <br />How from thy presence should I go <br />Or whither from thy spirit flee, <br />Since all above, around, below, <br />Exists in thine immensity? <br />I feel thine all-controlling will, <br />And thy right hand upholds me still. <br /> <br />Search me, O God! and know my heart; <br />Try me; my secret soul survey; <br />And warn thy servant to depart <br />From every false and evil way: <br />So shall thy truth my guidance be <br />To life and immortality.<br /><br />James Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-precious-are-thy-thoughts-of-peace/
