Classic Poem

Jehovah's all-discerning eye,
Man's life entire surveys;
His thoughts, soon as they rise, does spy,
And watches all his ways.

The Judge supreme, 'tis clear from hence,
Can never, through mistake,
Be partial: nor, through ignorance,
A wrong decision make.

Shifts, therefore, or evasive arts,
In vain the wicked use;
In vain their crimes, with cunning hearts,
They labour to excuse.

No darkness from his sight can screen,
Whose piercing eye makes way
Through mid-night shades, alike as in
The blazing noon of day.

Can lewd men's closest hiding cell,
His searching sight defy,
When darkest caves of death and hell
Lie naked to his eye?