I. Watts (149/413) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs

I. Watts COULD I so false, so faithless prove, To quit Thy service and Thy love; Where, Lord, could I Thy presence shun, Or from Thy dreadful glory run? 2 If up to heaven I take my flight, ’Tis there Thou dwell’st enthroned in light; Or dive to hell, where vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath Thy chains. 3 If, mounted on a morning ray, I fly beyond the western sea; Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest Thy fugitive. 4 Or should I try to shun Thy sight Beneath the spreading vail of night; One glance of Thine, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. 5 Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God, they’re both alike to Thee; Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked to His eye.