8 If wing’d with beams of morning light,
I fly beyond the west,
Thy hand, which must support my flight,
Would soon betray my rest.

9 If o’er my sins I think to draw
The curtains of the night,
Those flaming eyes that guard thy law
Would turn the shades to light.

10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour,
Are both alike to thee: 
O may I ne’er provoke that power
From which I cannot flee!

Psalm 139:5.  Second Part.  C. M.
The wisdom of God in the formation of man.

1 When I with pleasing wonder stand,
And all my frame survey,
Lord, ’tis thy work; I own thy hand
Thus built my humble clay.

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

3 Thine eye with nicest care survey’d
The growth of every part;
Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid
Was copied by thy art.

4 Heaven, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind,
Shew me thy wondrous skill;
But I review myself, and find
Diviner wonders still.

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

Psalm 139:6. 14 17 18.  Third Part.  C. M.
The mercies of God innumerable.

An evening psalm.

1 Lord, when I count thy mercies o’er, They strike me with surprise; Not all the sands that spread the shore To equal numbers rise.

2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands,
The product of thy skill,
And hourly blessings from thy hands,
Thy thoughts of love reveal.

3 These on my heart by night I keep;
How kind, how dear to me! 
O may the hour that ends my sleep
Still find my thoughts with thee.

Psalm 141. 2-5. 
Watchfulness, and brotherly reproof.

A morning or evening psalm.

1 My God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense in thine house,
And let my nightly worship rise
Sweet as the evening sacrifice.

2 Watch o’er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From every rash and heedless word;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path where sinners lead.

3 O may the righteous, when I stray, Smite, and reprove my wandering way!  Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.

4 When I behold them prest with grief, I’ll cry to heaven for their relief; And by my warm petitions prove how much I prize their faithful love.

Psalm 142. 
God is the hope of the helpless.

1 To God I made my sorrows known,
From God I sought relief;
In long complaints before his throne
I pour’d out all my grief.

2 My soul was overwhelm’d with woes,
My heart began to break;
My God, who all my burdens knows,
He knows the way I take.

3 On every side I cast mine eye,
And found my helpers gone,
While friends and strangers pass’d me by
Neglected or unknown.