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6 Or should I try to shun thy sight
Beneath the sable wings of night,
Would kindle darkness into day. 7 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thy all-searching eyes:
As in the blazing noon of day. 8 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart,
If mischief lurks in any part;
109. L. M. WATTS.
The All-seeing God. Ps. 139. 1 Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through;
Thine eye commands with piercing view
My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own.
Are to my God distinctly known;
Ere from my opening lips they break. 3 Within thy circling power I stand ;
On every side I find thy hand :
I am surrounded still with God.
What large extent! what lofty height!
5 O may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest;
C. M. WATTS.
In vain my soul would try
The notice of thine eye.
My rising and my rest;
And secrets of my breast.
Before they're formed within ;
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.
And like a bulwark prove,
Secured by sovereign love.
111. C. M. WATTS.
Wisdom of God in his Works. Ps. 111. 1 Songs of immortal praise belong
To my almighty God;
To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works his hand hath wrought;
How glorious in our sight!
His wonders with delight.
How wise the Eternal Mind!
That his first thoughts designed.
Thy heavenly skill proclaim; What shall we do to make us wise,
But learn to read thy name?
Is our divinest skill;
That best obeys thy will.
L. M. WATTS. Goodness of God to Soul and Body. Ps. 103. 1 BLESS, O my soul, the living God,
Call home thy thonghts that rove abroad;
2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favors claim thy highest praise;
Be lost in silence and forgot?
And cures the pains that nature feels,
Our wasting life from threatening graves. 4 Our youth decayed, his power repairs;
His mercy crowns our growing years;
And fills our hopes with heavenly food. 5 He sees the oppressor and the oppressed,
And often gives the sufferers rest;
C. M. DODDRIDGE. Mercy of God to the Frailty of Mon. Ps. 103. 1 LORD, we adore thy wondrous name,
And make that name our trust,
From mean and lifeless dust.
The fabric of a day;
But moulder back to clay.
This thought is our repose, That He, by whom this frame was reared,
Its various weakness knows.
4 Thou view'st us with a pitying eye,
While struggling with our load; In pains and dangers thou art nigh,
Our Father, and our God. 5 Gently supported by thy love,
We tend to realms of peace; Where every pain shall far remove,
And every, frailty cease.
S. M. Watts. Abounding Compassion of God. Ps. 103 1 My soul, repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
So ready to abate.
Above the ground we tread,
Our highest thoughts exceed. 3 His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love,
Doth all our guilt remove. 4 The pity of the Lord
To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame. '5 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, It withers in an hour.