Psa. 139.
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To the cheef Musitian a Psalme of David. It
confesseth, the all-seeing providence, powre, wisdome, and
Mercy of God; And expresseth a desire of the Faithfull, to
be serched, & rectified, by him, &c. It warnes vs, not
to live Hypocriticallie; in regard, God beholds vs,
at all times, & in all places &c.
[1]
Oh Lord, thy all-beholdinge eies,
Have serch'd, & well observed mee.
Thou, see'st mee sitt, thou see'st mee rise;
Thou, know'st my thoughts e're thought they be.
Thou, vew'st my wayes & walkings Lord;
Thou see'st what in my bedd I doe;
And, I do never speak a word,
But, lo, thyne ears do hear it to.
2
Thou standst before me, & behinde;
Thy hand, on mee, doth alwaies lie:
Thy wisdome cannot be confinde,
And, for my reach it is too high.
Then, from thy spirit, & from thee,
Oh whither cann I fly, or goe?
If heav'n I clime, thou there wilt be;
If hell I dive, there art thou to.
3
If on the Mornings wings I ride,
And, thinck to fly beyond the seas;
Thy hand, ev'n there, cann be my guide,
They right-hand, there, on mee cann ceaze.
Or, if I say, the Duskie night
Shall hide mee; Night will me bewray;
For, darknes, is to thee as light;
The day like night, the night like day.
4
My Reines, to thee apparant are;
For, in the wombe, thou closedst mee:
I, strangely was composed there,
And, therefore, I will honour thee.
Thy wondrous works, my soul doth knowe;
And, that my substance thou didst marke,
Ev'n when (as in the earth belowe)
I was composed in the darke.
5
Before I perfect Beeing, tooke,
Or, Forme, or Matter, for this frame;
My Members all, were in thy booke,
And, thou foresaw'st what now I am.
Therefore, thy thoughts of vs, how dear!
And, Lord, how infinite they bee!
As num'rous as the Sands they are;
And, wake mee, still, to muze on thee.
6
Vngodly men, & men of blood,
Destroy, & cause them to be gone;
For, they speak ill of thee, oh God,
And, vainely proude, thy foes are growne,
Thy haters, I have hated, Lord,
And, greev'd at such as thee oppose;
With perfect hate, I them abhord,
And, those accounted as my foes.
7
Oh God! a strict enquiry make;
My hart, & ev'ry thought survay:
Search if an evill Course I take;
And, showe mee thy eternall way.
