The Psalms of David in meter fitted to the tunes used in parish-churches / by John Patrick ...

PSALM CXXXIX.

[As the 100 Psalm.]

[ 1] LORD, when I have to do with thee, In vain l seek to be conceal'd. [ 2] Thou know'st me perfectly, to thee My very thoughts are all reveal'd. [ 3] Both when I sit and when I rise, My walking and my lying down;

[ 4] To thee my works and all my words, Better than to my self are known. [ 5] On every side within the reach Of thine incircling Arm I lie: [ 6] Whose force I neither can resist, Nor scape the notice of thine Eye. [ 7] Whither can I retire, and find A Place where God do's never come? [ 8] His Glories I should meet in Heav'n, His Pow'r, had I in Hell a Room. [ 9] Could I remove to th'utmost Sea, Wing'd with the swiftest morning ray; [ 10] Thy hand, that thither must support My flight, would my abode betray; [ 11] If o'er my Sins I think to draw, The blackest Curtains of the Night; [ 12] All will be clear to thee; for what We Darkness call, to thee is Light. [ 13] My inmost Reins by thee possest, With all th' affections seated there; To thee that mad'st those hidden Springs Within the Womb, must needs appear. [ 14] In all thy Works, O Lord, I see The Footsteps of thy wond'rous skill; And, to excite my Praise, I find Within my self more Wonders still.

Part II.

[ 15] Unseen by all, when form'd within The dark Recesses of the Womb;

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Before the fine Embroidery Of Parts was to perfection come: [ 16] In that rude Mass, thou didst discern The daily growth of every part; And what th' Eternal mind had fram'd, Was copied out, with curious Art, [ 17] Lord, I admire the various thoughts, And the wise Counsels of thy mind; Their Summ is infinite; yet all Are dear to me, because they're kind, [ 18] Their Number's greater than the Sand; Which whilst my busy thoughts run o'er, I sleep: and find when I awake, I'm onely where I was before. [ 19] I'm sure that their Destruction's near, Who wickedly 'ganst me combine; Hence then, ye bloody-minded Men, Nor your own ruine seek in mine. [ 20] Thy Foes they are, who use thy Name Intended mischiefs to disguise; And boldly call God in, to vouch For all their Calumnies and Lyes, [ 21] Do not I, Lord, detest and hate Such as oppose thy Laws and thee? [ 22] I loath their perfectly, and count My self their utter Enemy. [ 23] Lord, since my thoughts accuse me not Of living in a false Disguise; I'm less afraid to undergo The Tryal of thy piercing Eyes.

[ 24] Search me, and where thou see'st that I Unwillingly have done amiss, Correct my Errours, and reduce My wandrings to the way of Bliss.