3 I'll fing thy Truth and Mercy, LORD, I'll fing the Wonders of thy Word; Not all thy Works and Names below So much thy Pow'r and Glory show.
4 To Gop I cry'd when Troubles rofe; He heard me, and fubdu'd my Foes : He did my rifing Fears control,
And Strength diffus'd through all my Soul.
5 The God of Heav'n maintains his State, Frowns on the Proud, and fcorns the Great; But from his Throne defcends to fee The Sons of humble Poverty.
6 Amidft a thousand Snares I ftand, Upheld and guarded by thy Hand: Thy Words my fainting Soul revive, And keep my dying Faith alive.
7 Grace will complete what Grace begins, To fave from Sorrows, or from Sins: The Work that Wildom undertakes Eternal Mercy ne'er forfakes.
N all my vaft Concerns with Thee, In vain my Soul would try
To fhun thy Prefence, LORD, or flee The Notice of thine Eye.
2 Thy all-furrounding Sight furveys My Rifing and my Reft;
My public Walks, my private Ways, And Secrets of my Breaft.
3 My Thoughts lie open to the LORD, Before they're form'd within;
And ere my Lips pronounce the Word, He knows the Senfe I mean..
4 O wondrous Knowledge, deep and high! Where can a Creature hide? Within thy circling Arms I lie,. Befet on ev'ry Side.
5 So let thy Grace furround me still, And like a Bulwark prove, To guard my Soul from ev'ry Ill, Secur'd by fov'reign Love.
6 LORD, where fhall guilty Souls retire, Forgotten and unknown?
In Hell, they meet thy dreadful Fire, In Heav'n thy glorious Throne.
Should I fupprefs my vital Breath, To 'fcape the Wrath divine; Thy Voice would break the Bars of Death, And make the Grave refign.
8 If, wing'd with Beams of Morning-Light, I fly beyond the Weft;
Thy Hand, which muft fupport my Flight, Wou'd foon betray my Reft.
9 If o'er my Sins I think to draw The Curtains of the Night;
Those flaming Eyes, that guard thy Law, Would turn the Shades to Light.
10 The Beams of Noon, the Midnight-Hours, Are both alike to Thee:
O may I ne'er provoke that Pow'r From which I cannot flee!
11 WHEN I with pleafing Wonder stand, And all my Frame furvey,
LORD, 'tis thy Work; I own thy Hand Thus built my humble Clay.
12 Thy Hand my Heart and Reins poffeft, Where unborn Nature grew; Thy Wisdom all my Features trac'd, And all my Members drew.
Thine Eye with niceft Care furvey'd The Growth of ev'ry Part;
Till the whole Scheme thy Thoughts had Was copy'd by thine Art.
14 Heav'n, Earth and Sea, and Fire and Wind, Shew me thy wondrous Skill;
But I review myfelf, and find
Diviner Wonders ftill.
15 Thine awful Glories round me fhine, My Flesh proclaims thy Praife; LORD, to thy Works of Nature join Thy Miracles of Grace.
16 LORD, when I count thy Mercies o'er, They ftrike me with Surprife;
Not all the Sands that spread the Shore To equal Numbers rife.
17 My Flesh with Fear and Wonder stands, The Product of thy Skill;
And hourly Bleffings from thy Hands? Thy Thoughts of Love reveal.
18 Thefe on my Heart by Night I keep; How kind, how dear to ine!
may the Hour that ends my Sleep i Still find my Thoughts with Thee!
PSALM CXXXIX. Metre ii.
ORD, Thou haft fearch'd and seen me through;
Thine Eye commands, with piercing View, My rifing and my refting Hours,
My Heart, and Flesh, with all their Pow'rs.
2 My Thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my GOD diftinctly known;
He knows the Words I mean to speak, Ere from my op'ning Lips they break.. 3: Within thy circling Pow'r I ftand; On ev'ry Side I find thy Hand ; Awake, afleep, at home, abroad, I am furrounded ftill with GOD.
4 Amazing Knowledge, vaft and great! What large Extent! what lofty Height! My Soul, with all the Pow'rs 1 boast,, Is in the boundleís Profpect loft.
[0 may thefe Thoughts poffefs my Breaft, Where-e'er I rove, where-e'er I reft! Nor let my weaker Paffions dare Confent to Sin, for God is there.]
5 COULD I fo falfe, fo faithlefs prove To quit thy Service and thy Love, Where, LORD, could I thy Prefence fhun, Or from thy dreadful Glory run ?
6 If up to Heav'n I take my Flight, [Light; 'Tis there Thou dwell'ft enthron'd in Or dive to Hell, there Vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath thy Chains. If mounted on a Morning-Ray, I fly beyond the Western Sea, Thy fwifter Hand would first arrive, And there arreft thy Fugitive.
8 Or should I try to fhun thy Sight Beneath the fpreading Veil of Night, One Glance of Thine, one piercing Ray, Would kindle Darkness into Day.
9 The Veil of Night is no Difguife,
No Screen from thy all-fearching Eyes; Thy Hand can feize the Foes as foon ThroughMidnight-Shades asblazing Noon. [0 may thefe Thoughts poffefs my Breast, Where-e'er I rove, where-e'er I reft! Nor let my weaker Paffions dare Confent to Sin, for God is there.]
10 'TWAS from thy Hand, my GOD, I came; A Work of fuch a curious Frame;
In me thy fearful Wonders fhine, And each proclaims thy Skill divine.
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