as if we saw two shining eyes
looking on us out of the darkness. By Thomas Guthrie Does he not
see my ways, and count my every step? A man's ways are in full
view of the Lord, and he examines all his paths. The eyes of the
Lord are everywhere, keeping watch on the wicked and the good.
My eyes are on all their ways, they are not hidden from me,
nor is their sin concealed from my eyes. How solemn is the thought,
that an invisible being is ever at our side and watching us,
recording with rapid pen each deed and word, every desire that
rises, though it is to burst like a soap bubble, and every
thought that passes, though on an eagle's wing. We cannot shake
off the presence of God, When doors are shut and curtains drawn,
and all is still, and darkest night fills our chamber, and
we are left alone with our thoughts, it might keep them pure and holy
to say, as if we saw two shining eyes looking on us out of the
darkness. You, O God, see me. May God help you to feel yourselves
at all times in his immediate presence. How promptly then would
every evil thought be banished. What unholy deeds would be crushed
in the desire, nipped in the bud, strangled in the birth?
What crimes would remain uncommitted? How feeble would the strongest
temptations prove? What a purity, nobility, loftiness,
holiness, heavenliness would be imparted to your whole bearing
and conduct? Can anyone hide in secret places
so that I cannot see him? Do not I fill heaven and earth?