EN 1741 Thine Eye Can See
Ps.121.8
Versi Version 1
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Dear Savior, all I think or do
Thine eye can see;
My many wants, my trials, too,
Thine eye can see;
Where’er I dwell it matters not,
My home a palace or a cot;
Thank God! whatever be my lot,
Thine eye can see.
Thine eye can see,
Thine eye can see;
Thank God! whatever be my lot,
Thine eye can see.
2
Do clouds obscure my morning sun?
Thine eye can see;
Do friends forsake me, one by one?
Thine eye can see;
Have I no home, no resting place?
Still opened are Thine arms of grace,
The tear of sorrow on my face
Thine eye can see.
3
When evening shadows o’er me creep,
Thine eye can see;
When on my pillow calm I sleep,
Thine eye can see;
I thank Thee for Thy watchful care,
How sweet Thy tender love to share,
And know that every grief I bear
Thine eye can see.
4
If I will serve Thee day by day,
Thine eye can see;
If from Thy pleasant paths I stray,
Thine eye can see;
Oh, take my heart, my will subdue,
And may I ever keep in view,
That all I think and all I do
Thine eye can see.

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