Hymns on the Trinity, 79

Whither shall a creature run?
From Jehovah's Spirit fly?
How Jehovah's presence shun,
Screen'd from His all-seeing eye?
Holy Ghost, before Thy face,
Where shall I myself conceal?
Thou art God in every place,
God incomprehensible.

If to heaven I take my flight,
With beatitude unknown,
Filling all the realms of light,
There Thou sittest on Thy throne!
If to hell I could retire,
Gloomy pit of endless pains,
There is the consuming fire,
There almighty Vengeance reigns.

If the morning's wings I gain,
Fly to earth's remotest bound,
Could I hid from Thee remain,
In a world of waters drown'd?
Leaving lands and seas behind,
Could I the Omniscient leave?
There Thy quicker hand would find,
There arrest Thy fugitive.

Cover'd by the darkest shade,
Should I hope to lurk unknown,
By a sudden light bewray'd,
By an uncreated sun,
Naked at the noon of night
Should I not to Thee appear,
Forced to' acknowledge in Thy sight
God is light, and God is here!