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LXXIX.
[Whither shall a creature run?]
Whither shall I go from Thy Spirit? or
whither shall I flee from Thy presence? If I ascend up into
heaven, Thou art there, &c.
Psalm cxxxix. 7.
Whither shall a creature run?
From Jehovah's Spirit fly?
How Jehovah's presence shun,
Screen'd from His all-seeing eye?
Holy Ghost, before Thy face,
Where shall I myself conceal?
Thou art God in every place,
God incomprehensible.
From Jehovah's Spirit fly?
How Jehovah's presence shun,
Screen'd from His all-seeing eye?
Holy Ghost, before Thy face,
Where shall I myself conceal?
Thou art God in every place,
God incomprehensible.
If to heaven I take my flight,
With beatitude unknown,
Filling all the realms of light,
There Thou sittest on Thy throne!
If to hell I could retire,
Gloomy pit of endless pains,
There is the consuming fire,
There almighty Vengeance reigns.
With beatitude unknown,
Filling all the realms of light,
There Thou sittest on Thy throne!
If to hell I could retire,
Gloomy pit of endless pains,
There is the consuming fire,
There almighty Vengeance reigns.
If the morning's wings I gain,
Fly to earth's remotest bound,
Could I hid from Thee remain,
In a world of waters drown'd?
Leaving lands and seas behind,
Could I the Omniscient leave?
There Thy quicker hand would find,
There arrest Thy fugitive.
Fly to earth's remotest bound,
Could I hid from Thee remain,
In a world of waters drown'd?
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Could I the Omniscient leave?
There Thy quicker hand would find,
There arrest Thy fugitive.
Cover'd by the darkest shade,
Should I hope to lurk unknown,
By a sudden light bewray'd,
By an uncreated sun,
Naked at the noon of night
Should I not to Thee appear,
Forced to' acknowledge in Thy sight
God is light, and God is here!
Should I hope to lurk unknown,
By a sudden light bewray'd,
By an uncreated sun,
Naked at the noon of night
Should I not to Thee appear,
Forced to' acknowledge in Thy sight
God is light, and God is here!
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