Bernadette Farrell - O god you search me

O G^Dod you s^Dsusearch me and you kn^Dow me, All my ^D/F#thoughts lie o^Empen to your ga^Asusze. ^A When I ^Bmwalk or lie d^Gown you ar^Ae bef^Bmore me: Ever the ^Emmak-^D/F#er and ^Gkeeper ^Aof my ^Ddays.

You kn^Dow my re^Dsussting and my ^Drising. You dis^D/F#cern my ^Empurpose from a^Asusfar, ^A And with l^Bmove everla^Gsting y^Aou be^Bmsiege me: In every ^Emmo-^D/F#ment of ^Glife or d^Aeath, you ^Dare.

Befo^Dre a w^Dsusord is on my t^Dongue, Lord, You have ^D/F#known its m^Emeaning through and thr^Asusough, ^A You are ^Bmwith me bey^Gond my ^Aunderst^Bmanding: God of my p^Emres-^D/F#ent, my ^Gpast and f^Auture, ^Dtoo.

Althou^Dgh your ^Dsusspirit is up^Don me, Still I se^D/F#arch for s^Emhelter from your l^Asusight. ^A There is n^Bmowhere on e^Garth I ca^An esc^Bmape you: Even the d^Emark-^D/F#ness is ^Gradiant i^An your s^Dight.

For y^Dou cre^Dsusated me and sh^Daped me, Gave me l^D/F#ife with^Emin my mother's wo^Asusmb. ^A For the w^Bmonder of w^Gho I a^Am I pr^Bmaise you: Safe in your h^Emands, ^D/F#all cre^Gation ^Ais made n^Dew.