Poems (Kimball)/Omniscience

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OMNISCIENCE.
THE door is shut and yet Thou enterest in,  Without or lifting latch or loosening bar!Friends who have known me best and longest win  No entrance here; but only stand afar Oblivious of the hiding places deep Where I myself unconsciously do keep.
Thou enterest in, O Lord, Omnipotent, Omniscient, Omnipresent, yet unseen; Thy patient eyes upon me ever bent;  No faintest mist hung piteously between To veil my thoughts or my infirmities From those all-searching and long-suffering eyes.
As I am seen could I but gaze on Thee  Awful in majesty and royal might, Yet as a lamb in love's simplicity, And as a spotless lamb of matchless white, So kingly yet so lowly!—could I see, What, O my Saviour, would become of me!
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This, this I know; no word of self-excuse  For any fault of mine my tongue could frame; Nay, more; for very shame I should refuse  The shield, if there could be a shield from blame; And all the love that human breast can know Would at Thy feet lay me forever low!
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