IF I TAKE THE WINGS OF THE MORNING
And dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea
Even there shall thy hand lead me
And thy right hand shall hold me
Hold me hold me hold me hold me
It is high I cannot attain unto it
Whither shall I go from thy Spirit
Whither shall I flee from thy presence
If I go up into heaven thou art there
If I make my bed in hell thou art there
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me
If I say surely the darkness shall cover me
Even the night shall be light about me
Yea the darkness hideth not from thee
But the night shineth as the day
The darkness and the light are both alike to thee
To thee to thee to thee
Ian Smale & Andy Piercy