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The work that wifdom undertakes,
Eternal mercy ne'er forfakes.

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PSALM CXXXIX. 1ft Part. Long Met. [b] The all-feeing God.

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WORD, thou haft fearch'd and feen me through; Thine eye commands with piercing view My rifing and my refting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God diftinctly known; He knows the words I mean to fpeak, Ere from my opening lips they break. 3 Within thy circling power I fland; On every fide I find thy hand: Awake, afleep, at home, abroad, I am furrounded ftill with God. Amazing knowledge, vaft and great! What large extent! what lofty height! My foul, with all the powers I boaft, Is in the boundlefs profpect loft.

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10 "O may these thoughts poffefs my breast
"Where'er I rove, where'er I reft!
"Nor let my weaker paffions dare
"Confent to fin, for God is there."
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11 The veil of night is no difguife,.
No fcreen from thy all-fearching eyes:
Thy hand can feize thy foes as foon
Through midnight fhades 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 lies naked to his eye.

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"O may thefe thoughts poffefs my breaft,
"Where'er 1 rove, where'er I reft!
"Nor let my weaker paffions dare
"Confent to fin, for God is there."

PSALM CXXXIX. 2d Part. Long Met. [b]
The wonderful formation of man.
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"WAS from thy hand, my God, I came,
A work 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't the daily growth they took,
Form'd by the model of thy book.

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

4 At laft, to fhew my Maker's name,
God ftamp'd his image on my frame,
And in fome unknown moment join'd
The finifh'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,

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Tny thoughts of love to me furmount
The power of numbers to recount.

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I could furvey the ocean o'er,

And count each fand that makes the fhore,
Before my fwifteft thoughts could trace
The numerous wonders of thy grace.

8 These on my heart are fill imprefs'd,
With thefe I give mine eyes to reft;
And at my waking hour I find
God and his love poffefs my mind.

PSALM CXXXIX. 3d Part. Long Met. [b] Sincerity profeffed, and grace tried; or, the heartJearching God.

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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 ?
Those that oppose thy laws and thee,
I count them enemies to me.

8 Lord, fearch my foul, try every thought; Though mine own heart accufe me not Of walking in a falfe difguife,

I beg the trial of thine eyes.

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Doth fecret mifchief 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. 1 Part. Com. Met. [*] God is every where.

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N all my vaft concerns with thee,
In vain my foul would try
To fhun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

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2 Thine all-furrounding fight furveys My rifing and my reft;

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

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, Before they're form'd within;

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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 lie,
Befet on every fide.

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So let thy grace furround me ftill,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my foul from every ill,
Secur'd by fovereign love.

PAUSE.

6 Lord, where fhall guilty fouls retire,
Forgotten and unknown?

In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,
In heaven thy glorious throne.

7 Should I fupprefs my vital breath,
To 'fcape the wrath divine,

Thy voice could 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 reft.

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 I ne'er provoke that power

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From which I cannot flee.

PSALM CXXXIX. 2d Part. Com. Met. [x]
The wisdom of God in the formation of man.
THEN I with pleafing wonder ftand,
And all my frame furvey,
Lord, 'tis thy work: I own thy hand
Thus built my humble clay.

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

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3 Thine eye with niceft care furvey'd
The growth of every part,

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

4 Heaven, earth and fea, and fire and wind
Shew me thy wondrous fkill;
But I review myself, and find
Diviner wonders ftill.

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

PSALM CXXXIX. 3d Part. Com. M. [*]
Ver. 14, 17, 18. The mercies of God innumerable.
An evening Pfalm.

1 ORD, when I count thy mercies o'er, me

Not all the fands that fpread the fhore
To equal numbers rife.

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

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. Long Metre. [*]
Ver. 2-5, Watchfulness and brotherly reproof.
A morning or evening Pfalm.
Y God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incenfe in thy houfe;
And let my nightly worship rife,
Sweet as the evening facrifice.

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Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From every rafh and heedlefs word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path where finners lead.

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