2 Thine eyes did all my limbs survey, Which yet in dark confusion lay; Thou saw’st the daily growth they took, Form’d by the model of thy book.

3 By thee my growing parts were nam’d, And what thy sovereign counsels fram’d, (The breathing lungs, the beating heart) Was copy’d with unerring art.

4 At last, to shew my Maker’s name,
God stamp’d his image on my frame,
And in some unknown moment join’d
The finish’d members to the mind.

5 There the young seeds of thought began
And all the passions of the man: 
Great God, our infant nature pays
Immortal tribute to thy praise.

Pause.

6 Lord, since in my advancing age
I’ve acted on life’s busy stage,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The power of numbers to recount.

7 I could survey the ocean o’er, And count each sand that makes the shore, Before my swiftest thoughts could trace The numerous wonders of thy grace.

8 These on my heart are still impress’d,
With these I give my eyes to rest;
And at my waking hour I find
God and his love possess my mind.

Psalm 139:3.  Third Part.  L. M. Sincerity professed, and grace tried; or, The heart-searching of God.

1 My God, what inward grief I feel
When impious men transgress thy will! 
I mourn to hear their lips profane
Take thy tremendous Name in vain.

2 Does not my soul detest and hate
The sons of malice and deceit? 
Those that oppose thy laws and thee
I count them enemies to me.

3 Lord, search my soul, try every thought;
Tho’ my own heart accuse me not
Of walking in a false disguise,
I beg the trial of thine eyes.

4 Doth secret mischief lurk within? 
Do I indulge some unknown sin? 
O turn my feet whene’er I stray,
And lead me in thy perfect way.

Psalm 139:4.  First Part.  C. M.
God is every where.

1 In all my vast concerns with thee
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,
My public walks, my private ways,
And secrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord
Before they’re form’d within: 
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the sense I mean.

4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high! 
Where can a creature hide? 
Within thy circling arms I lie,
Beset on every side.

5 So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secur’d by sovereign love.

Pause.

6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire,
Forgotten and unknown? 
In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,
In heaven thy glorious throne.

7 Should I suppress my vital breath
To ’scape the wrath divine,
Thy voice would break the bars of death,
And make the grave resign.