"Nor let my weaker paffions dare "Confent to fin, for God is there.

PAUSE II.

11 The veil of night is no difguife,
No fcreen from thy all-fearching eyes;
Thy hand can feize thy foes as foon
Thro' midnight shades as blazing noon.
12 Midnight and noon in this agree,
Great God, they're both alike to thee;
Not death can hide what God will spy,
And hell lyes naked to his eye.

13 "O may thefe thoughts poffefs my breaft,
"Where'er I rove, where'er I reft!

"Nor let my weaker paffions dare "Conlent to fin for God is there.

PSALM CXXXIX Second Part. Long Metre.

T

The wonderful formation of man.

WAS from thy hand, my God, I came,

A work of fuch a curious frame;

In me thy fearful wonders fhine,

And each proclaims thy fkill divine.

2 Thine eyes did all my limbs furvey,
Which yet in dark confufion lay;
Thou faw'ft the daily growth they took,
Form'd by the model of thy book.

3 By thee my growing parts were nam'd,
And what thy fov'reign counfels fram'd,
(The breathing lungs, the beating heart)
Was copy'd with unerring art.

A laff to thew my Maker's name,
God stamp'd his image on my frame,

And in fome unknown moment join'd
The finish'd members to the mind.

5 There the young feeds of thought began,
And all the paffions of the man:
Great God, our infant-nature pays
Immortal tribute to thy praife.
PAUSE.

6 Lord, fince in my advancing age
I've acted on life's busy stage,
Thy thoughts of love to me furmount
The pow'r of numbers to recount.
7 I could furvey the ocean o'er

And count each fand that makes the fhore,
Before my swifteft thoughts could trace
The num'rous wonders of thy grace.
8 Thefe on my heart are still impreft,
With thefe I give my eyes to reft;
And at my waking hour I find,
God and his love poffefs my mind.

PSALM CXXXIX. Third Part. Long Metre. Sincerity profeffed and grace tried; or, the heartSearching God.

'MY

Y God, what inward grief I feel
When impious men tranfgrefs thy will!

I mourn to hear their lips profane,
Take thy tremendous name in vain.

2 Does not my foul deteft and hate
The fons of malice and deceit?
Thole that oppofe thy laws and thee,
count them enemies to me.

3 Lord, fearch my foul, try ev'ry thought; Tho' my own heart accufe me not

Of walking in a false disguise
I beg the trial of thine eyes.
4 Doth fecret mischief lurk within?
Do I indulge fome unknown fin?
O turn my feet whene'er I ftray,
And lead me in thy perfect way.

PSALM CXXXIX. First Part. Com. Metre.

IN

God is every where.

[N all my vaft concerns with thee
In vain my foul would try

To fhun thy prefence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-furrounding fight furveys
My rifing and my reft,

My public walks, my private ways,
And fecrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lye open to the Lord
Before they're form'd within;
And ere my lips pronounce the word
He knows the fenfe I mean.

4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high!

Where can a creature hide!
Within thy circling arms I lye,
Beset on ev'ry fide.

5 So let thy grace furround me ftill,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my foul from ev'ry ill,
Secur'd by fov'reign love.

PAUSE,

6 Lord, where fhall guilty fouls retire

Forgotten and unknown?

In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,
In heav'n thy glorious throne.
7 Should I suppress 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,
Would foon betray my rest.

9 If o'er

my fins I think to draw

The curtains of the night,

Thofe flaming eyes that guard thy law
Would turn the fhades to light.

10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour
Are both alike to thee:

O may I ne'er provoke that pow'r
From which I cannot flee.

PSALM CXXXIX. Second Part. Com Metre.

I

1

The wisdom of God in the formation of man.
HENI with pleafing wonder stand,
And all my frame furvey,

W

Lord, 'tis thy work; I own thy hand
Thus built my humble clay.

2 Thy hand my heart and reins poffeft
Where unborn nature grew;
Thy wildom all my features trac'd,
And all my members drew:

3 Thine eye with niceft care furvey'd
The growth of ev'ry part:

Till the whole fcheme thy thoughts had laid
Was copy'd by thy art.

4 Heav'n, earth, and fea, and fire and wind
Shew me thy wondrous skill;
But I review myself, and find
Diviner wonders still.

5 Thy awful glories round me fhine,
My flesh proclaims thy praise;
Lord, to thy works of nature join
Thy miracles of grace.

PSALM CXXXIX. 14, 17, 18. Third Part. Common Metre.

'L

The mercies of God innumerable.

An Evening Pfalm.

ORD, when I count thy mercies o'er,
They strike me with surprise;

Not all the fands that fpread the shore

To equal numbers rife.

2 My flesh with fear and wonder ftands,
The product of thy skill,

And hourly bleffings from thy hands.
Thy thoughts of love reveal.

3 Thefe on my heart by night I keep;
How kind, how dear to me!

O may the hour that ends my fleep
Still find my thoughts with thee.

PSALM CXLI 2, 3, 4, 5.
Watchfulness and brotherly reproof.
A Morning or Evening Pfalm.
Y God, accept my early vows,

M'Like morning incense in thine house,

And it my nightly worthip rile
Sweet as the ev'uing facrifice.