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If I Take The Wings Of The Morning
Copyright 1990, Martha Dalton
Sharon See, 20th cent.
Arr. Audrey Rhodes, 20th cent.

If I take the wings of the morning, Fly away to an isle of the sea.
Even there would Your eye behold me; Whither from your presence I flee?
Where will I hide from Thee, O God;
Whither, Lord, Whither will I flee?
Search me and know all the thoughts of my heart,
And ever will I sing praise to Thee.

If I say, "I'll hide in the darkness; Let it be a concealment to me."
Yet the night shall be light around me; Day and night are alike unto Thee.
Where will I hide from Thee, O God;
Whither, Lord, Whither will I flee?
Search me and know all the thoughts of my heart,
And ever will I sing praise to Thee.

All your precious thoughts, could I count them, they would be as the grains of sand;
And I know before I was fashioned, in Your book was my substance planned.
Where will I hide from Thee, O God;
Whither, Lord, Whither will I flee?
Search me and know all the thoughts of my heart,
And ever will I sing praise to Thee.