My God, you always find me out,
you see my best deeds and my worst;
you hear my thoughts as though I shout;
you know my inclinations first.

In all my pathways you are there
to see, to sorrow or rejoice,
pursue or block, invite or scare;
when may I hope to hear your voice?

Your sight transfixes my dark core:
I hardly stand to be so known;
I long and fear to see you more
when my dull eyes have stronger grown.

I cannot shake you, though I try;
If I desert you track me down;
You pull me up when I would fly,
I dig your ore beneath the ground.

When weak dreams break, and I despair
and spin and shiver in the night,
I find that you were always there:
my Light in Darkness, Light in Light!