From PSALM CXXXIX.

LORD, thou hast me searched and known ;
Thou knowest my sitting down

And rising up; yea, all my thoughts
afar to thee are known.

My footsteps, and my lying down,
thou compassest always;
Thou also most entirely art
acquaint with all my ways.

From thy Spirit whither shall I go,
or from thy presence fly?

Ascend I heaven, lo, thou art there; there, if in hell I lie.

Take I the morning wings and dwell

in utmost parts of sea;

Even there, Lord, shall thy hand me lead
thy right hand hold shall me.

If I do say that darkness shall
me cover from thy sight,
Then surely shall the very night
about me be as light.

Yea, darkness hideth not from thee,
but night doth shine as day;
To thee the darkness and the light
are both alike alway.

How precious also are thy thoughts,
O gracious God, to me!

And in their sum how passing great
and numberless they be!

OH! hear my prayer, Lord,

And unto my desire

To bow thine ear accord,
I humbly thee require;
And, in thy faithfulness,
Unto me answer make,
And, in thy righteousness,
Upon me pity take.

Lo, I do stretch my hands
To thee, my help alone;
For thou well understands
All my complaint and moan.
My panting soul desires
And longeth after thee,
As thirsty ground requires
With rain refreshed to be.

Because I trust in thee,
O Lord, cause me to hear
Thy loving-kindness free,
When morning doth appear;
Cause me to know the way
Wherein my path should be;
For why, my soul on high
I do lift up to thee.

(First Portion.)

LORD, thou art my God and King;
Thee will I magnify and praise ;

I will thee bless, and gladly sing

Unto thy holy name always.

Each day I rise I will thee bless,
And praise thy name time without end.
Much to be praised, and great God is;
His greatness none can comprehend.

Race shall thy works praise unto race,
The mighty acts show done by thee.
I will speak of the glorious grace,
And honour of thy majesty.

The Lord our God is gracious,
Compassionate is he also;
In mercy he is plenteous,
But unto wrath and anger slow.

Good unto all men is the Lord;
O'er all his works his mercy is.
Thy works all praise to thee afford;
Thy saints, O Lord, thy name shall bless.