7 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!

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WATTS. The all-seeing God. Ps. 139. 1 LORD, thou hast searched and seen me through ;

Thine eye commands, with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,

My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2 Within thy circling power I stand;

On every side I find thy hand;
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad,

I am surrounded still with God.
3 Amazing knowledge, vast and great !

What large extent! what lofty height !
My soul, with all the powers I boast,

Is in the boundless prospect lost.
4 0, may these thoughts possess my breast,

Where'er I rove, where'er I rest !
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.

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WATTS.
The Same. Ps. 139.
1 COULD I so false, so faithless prove,

To quit thy service and thy love,
Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun,
Or from thy dreadful glory run?

2 If, mounted on a morning ray,

I fly beyond the western sea,
Thy swifter hand would first arrive,

And there arrest thy fugitive.
3 Or should I try to shun thy sight

Beneath the spreading veil of night,
One glance of thine, one piercing ray,

Would kindle darkness into day. 4 The veil of night is no disguise,

No screen from thy all-searching eyes;
Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon

Through midnight shades as blazing noon. 5 O, may these thoughts possess my breast,

Where'er I rove, where'er I rest !
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Consent to sin, for God is there.

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J. Q. Adams.

Ps. 139.

1 O LORD thy all-discerning eyes

My inmost purpose see ;
My deeds, my words, my thoughts arise

Alike disclosed to thee :
My sitting down, my rising up,

Broad noon, and deepest night,
My path, my pillow, and my cup,

Are open to thy sight.
2 Before, behind, I meet thine eye,

And feel thy heavy hand;
Such knowledge is for me too high,

To reach or understand :

What of thy wonders can I know?

What of thy purpose see?
Where from thy spirit shall I go?

Where from thy presence flee? 3 If I ascend to heaven on high,

Or make my bed in hell ;
Or take the morning's wings, and fly

O'er ocean's bounds to dwell;
Or seek, from thee, a hiding-place

Amid the gloom of night, -
Alike to thee are time and space,

The darkness and the light.

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Watts. Wisdom. Prov. vii. 1 SHALL Wisdom cry aloud,

And not her speech be heard ?
The voice of God's eternal word,

Deserves it no regard ? 2 “I was his chief delight,

His everlasting Son,
Before the first of all his works,

Creation, was begun.
3 “Before the flying clouds,

Before the solid land,
Before the fields, before the floods,

I dwelt at his right hand.
4 "When he adorned the skies,

And built them, I was there,
To order when the sun should rise,
And marshal every star.

5 “When he poured out the sea,

And spread the flowing deep,
I gave the flood a firm decree,

In its own bounds to keep.
6 " Then come, receive my grace,

Ye children, and be wise :
Happy the man that keeps my ways;

The man that shuns them dies."

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Watts. Creating Wisdom. 1 ETERNAL Wisdom ! thee we praise ;

Thee the creation sings; With thy loud name rocks, hills, and seas,

And heaven's high palace, rings. 2 Thy hand, how wide it spread the sky !

How glorious to behold !
Tinged with a blue of heavenly dye,

And starred with sparkling gold ! 3 The noisy winds stand ready there

Thy orders to obey; With sounding wings they sweep the air,

To make thy chariot way. 4 There, like a trumpet loud and strong,

Thy thunder shakes our coast, While the red lightnings wave along

The banners of thine host.
5 The rolling mountains of the dee

Observe thy strong command ;
Thy breath can raise the billows steep,
Or sink them to the sand.

6 Thy glories blaze all nature round,

And strike the gazing sight, Through skies, and seas, and solid ground,

With terror and delight. 7 Infinite strength and equal skill

Shine through the worlds abroad, Our souls with vast amazement fill,

And speak the builder God.

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WATTS. The Wisdom of God in his Works. Ps. 111. 1 SONGS of immortal praise belong

To my Almighty God;
He has my heart, and he my tongue,

To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works his hand has wrought !

How glorious in our sight!
And men in every age have sought

His wonders with delight.
3 How most exact is nature's frame !

How wise the Eternal Mind !
His counsels never change the scheme

That his first thoughts designed.
4 Nature, and time, and earth, and skies,

Thy heavenly skill proclaim ; What shall we do to make us wise,

But learn to read thy name?
5 To fear thy power, to trust thy grace,

Is our divinest skill;
And he's the wisest of our race

That best obeys thy will.