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Precious to me is your thought O Lord,
Search me and know my inward intent
The wish that precedes my uttered word.
Before a word my tongue does present,
It echoes already within your heart.
Judge it Lord for its inner intent.
You are familiar before I start
Of the paths my fancy tempts me to take.
You stay me, Lord, before I depart.
Precious to me for your mercy’s sake,
You know when I sit and when I arise;
When I’m asleep and when I’m awake.
Wherever I flee your hand will guide,
For darkness and light are alike to you.
Ever your presence is at my side.
I thank you, Lord, for you thought of me,
Wove me, formed me, made me be.
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