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3 Within thy circling Pow's I stand;

On ev'ry Side I find thy Hand:
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,

I am surrounded still with God.
4 Amazing Knowledge, valt and great!

What large Extent! what lofty Height!
My Soul with all the Pow'rs I boast

Is in the boundless Prospect loft.
5 O may these Thoughts poffefs my Breast,

Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
Nor let my weaker Passions dare
Consent to Sin, for God is there.

PAUSE I. 6 Could I so false, fo faithless

prove, To quit thy Service and thy Love, Where, Lord, could I thy Presence fhun,

Or from thy awful Glory run ? 7 If up to Heav'n I take my Flight,

'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in Light; If down to Hell's dark doleful Plains ;

'Tis there almighty Justice reigns. 8 If mounted on a Morning Ray

I Ay beyond the Western Sea,
Thy swifter Hand would first arrive,

And there arrest thy Fugitive.
9. Or Mould I try to fhun thy Sight

Beneath the spreading Veil of Night,
One Glance of thine, one piercing Ray

Would kindle Darkness into Day.
10 O may these Thoughts postess my Breast,

Where'er I rove, where'er 1 rest!
Nor let my weaker Passions dare
Consent to Sin, for God is there.


II. 11 The Veil of Night is no Disguise,

No Screen from thy all-searching Eyes;
Thy Hand can seize thy Foes as soon
Thro' Midnight Shades as blazing Noon.

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: Midnight and Noon in this agree, Great God, they're both alike to thee.

Not Death can hide what God will spy, ou And Hell lies naked to his Eye. mas O may these Thoughts possess my Breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! Nor let


weaker Pallions dare Consent to Sin, for God is there.

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PSALM CXXXIX. Third Version. Second Part.

The wonderful Formation of Man.

WAS from thy Hand, my God, I came, 1

A Work of such a curious Frame;
In me thine awful Wonders shine,
And each proclaims thy Skill divine.
Thine Eyes did all my Limbs survey,


in dark Confusion lay; Thou saw'st the daily Growth they took,

Form'd by the Model of thy Book.
si By thee my growing Parts were nam’d,

And what thy sov'reign Counsels fram’d,
(The breathing Lungs, the beating Heart)
Was copy'd with unerring Art.
At last to shew


Maker's Name, God stamp'd his image on my Frame, And to the finish'd Members join'd

A living Soul, a reas’ning Mind.
i ; There the young Seeds of Thought began

And all the Passions of the Man :
Great God, our Infant-Nature pays
Immortal Tribute to thy Praise.


PSALM CXXXIX. Third Version. Third Part.

The Heart-searching God.
Y God, what inward Grief I feel

When impious Men transgress thy Will!
I mourn to hear their Lips profane
Take thy tremendous Name in vain,



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2 Does not my Soul detelt and hate

The Works of Malice and Deceit!
Those who oppose thy Laws and thee,

Shall ne'er be countenanc'd by me.
3 Yet search my Soul, try ev'ry Thought;

Tho' my own Heart accuse me not
Of walking in a false Disguise,

I beg the Trial of thine Eyes.
4 Doth secret Mischief lurk within ?

Do I indulge some unknown Sin?
O turn my Feet whene'er I stray,

And lead me in thy perfect Way.
PSALM CXXXIX. Fourth Version. First Part. WATTS.

God every where.
N all my vast Concerns with thee

In vain my Soul wou'd try
To thun thy Presence, Lord, or flee

The Notice of thine Eye.
2 Thy all-surrounding Sight surveys

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 Sense I mean.
4. O wondrous Knowledge, deep and high!

Where can a Creature hide ? Within thy circling Arms I lie,

Beset on ev'ry Side.
5 So let thy Grace surround me still,
And like a Bulwark

To guard my Soul from ev'ry Ill,
Secur'd by sov’reign Love.

6 Lord, where shall guilty Souls retire

Forgotten and unknown ?
In Hell they meet thy dreadful Ire,

In Heav’n thy glorious Throne.

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- Should I suppress my vital Breath

To 'scape the Hand divine,
Thy Voice would break the Bars of Death,

And make the Grave resign.
8 If wing?d with Beams of Morning-Light

I fly beyond the West,
Thy Hand, which must support my Flight,

Would soon 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 Hour

Are both alike to thee:
O may I ne'er provoke that Pow'r

From which I cannot flee!


PSALM CXXXIX. Fourth Verfion. Second Part. God's Wisdom and Goodness in the Formation of Man,

HEN I with pleasing Wonder stand,

And all my Frame survey,
Lord, 'tis thy Work: I own, thy Hand

Thus built my humble Clay.
2 Thy Hand my Heart and Reins pofleft

Where unborn Nature grew,
Thy Wisdom all my Features trac’d,

And all my Members drew.
3 Thine Eye with nicest Care survey'd

The Growth of ev'ry Part;
Till the whole Scheme thy Thoughts had laid

Was copy'd by thy' Art.
4 Heav'n, Earth, and Sea, and Fire, and Wind,

Shew me thy wond'rous Skill;
But I review myself, and find

Diviner Wonders ftill.
-5 Thy awful Glories round me shine,

My Flesh proclaims thy Praise ;
Lord, to thy Works of Nature join
Thy Miracles of Grace.



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1 PSALM CXXXIX. Fourth Verfion. Third Part 1

God's Mercies innumerable.
ORD, when I count thy Mercies o'er,

They strike me with Surprise ;
Not all the Sands that spread the Shore
To equal Numbers rise.

i 2 My Flesh with Fear and Wonder stands,

The Product of thy Skill,
And hourly Bleflings from thy Hands

Thy Thoughts of Love reveal.
3 These on my Heart by Night I keep;

How kind, how dear to me!
to may the Hour that ends my Sleep

1 Still find my Thoughts with thee.


3 PSALM CXXXIX. Fifth Version. Firf Part. DoDDRIDGE

A Prayer to God as the Searcher of Hearts.
EARCHER of Hearts, before thy Face
I humbly all my Soul display;

Conscious how frail my Nature is,

I now intreat thy ftrict Survey.
2 If lurking in its inmoft Folds

My Heart some fav'rite Sin conceal,
O let a Ray of Light divine

At once the secret Guile reveal.
3. If now in fatal Fetters bound

To Vice a wretched Slave I lie,
Smite off my Chains, and wake my

To heav'nly Light and Liberty.
4 To humble Penitence and Pray'r,

O Lord, be gentle Pity giv'n;
Speak ample Pardon to my Heart,
In Mercy seal its Claim to Heav'n.
PSALM CXXXIX. Fifth Version. Second 'Part.

God's numberless Mercies thankfully acknowledged.
N glad Amazement, Lord, I stand,



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