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God is every where

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #265 (1787) Topics: Midnight thoughts; Midnight thoughts First Line: In all my vast concerns with thee Lyrics: 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 Oh wondrous knowledge, deep and high; Where can a creature hide? Within thy circling arms I lie, Enclos'd 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. 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 moon, the midnight-hour Are both alike to thee: Oh may I ne’er provoke that power From which I cannot flee. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English
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The wonderful Formation of Man

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #247 (1786) Topics: Midnight thoughts; Midnight thoughts First Line: 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came Lyrics: 1 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came, A work of such a curious frame; In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine. 2 Thine eyes could 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 of 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 imprest, With these I give my eyes to rest; And at my waking hour I find God and his love possess my mind. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English
The wonderful Formation of Man
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The wonderful Formation of Man

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #247 (1790) Topics: Midnight thoughts; Midnight thoughts First Line: 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came Lyrics: 1 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came, A work of such a curious frame; In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine. 2 Thine eyes could all my limbs survey, Which yet in dark confusion lay: Thou saweth 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 of 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 imprest, With these I give my eyes to rest; And at my waking hour I find God and his love possess my mind. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English
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The wonderful Formation of Man

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #263 (1786) Topics: Midnight thoughts; Midnight thoughts First Line: 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came Lyrics: 1 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came, A work of such a curious frame; In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine. 2 Thine eyes could 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 of 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 imprest, With these I give my eyes to rest; And at my waking hour I find God and his love possess my mind. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English
The wonderful Formation of Man
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The wonderful Formation of Man

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #263 (1787) Topics: Midnight thoughts; Midnight thoughts First Line: 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came Lyrics: 1 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came, A work of such a curious frame; In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine. 2 Thine eyes could 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 of 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 imprest, With these I give my eyes to rest; And at my waking hour I find God and his love possess my mind. Scripture: Psalm 139 Languages: English
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The Mercies of God innumerable (An Evening Psalm)

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #250a (1786) Topics: Midnight thoughts; Midnight thoughts First Line: Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er Lyrics: 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! Oh may the hour that ends my sleep Still find my thoughts with thee. Scripture: Psalm 139:14 Languages: English
The Mercies of God innumerable (An Evening Psalm)
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The Mercies of God innumerable (An Evening Psalm)

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #250a (1790) Topics: Midnight thoughts; Midnight thoughts First Line: Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er Lyrics: 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! Oh may the hour that ends my sleep Still find my thoughts with thee. Scripture: Psalm 139:14 Languages: English
The Mercies of God innumerable (An Evening Psalm)
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The Mercies of God innumerable (An Evening Psalm)

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #266b (1786) Topics: Midnight thoughts; Midnight thoughts First Line: Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er Lyrics: 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! Oh may the hour that ends my sleep Still find my thoughts with thee. Scripture: Psalm 139:14 Languages: English
The Mercies of God innumerable (An Evening Psalm)
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The Mercies of God innumerable (An Evening Psalm)

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #266b (1787) Topics: Midnight thoughts; Midnight thoughts First Line: Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er Lyrics: 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! Oh may the hour that ends my sleep Still find my thoughts with thee. Scripture: Psalm 139:17-18 Languages: English
The Mercies of God innumerable (An Evening Psalm)
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Longing after God; or The Love of God better than Life

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #107b (1786) Topics: Midnight thoughts; Midnight thoughts First Line: Great God, indulge my humble claim Lyrics: 1 Great God, indulge my humble claim, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engag'd to make me blest. 2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God; And I am thine by sacred ties; Thy son, thy servant bought with blood. 3 With heart and eyes and lifted hands For thee I long, to thee I look, As travellers in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water brook. 4 With early feet I love t' appear Among thy saints, and seek thy face, Oft have I seen thy glory there, And felt the power of sovereign grace. 5 Not fruits nor vines that tempt our taste, No pleasures that to sense belong, Could make me so divinely blest, Or raise so high my cheerful song. 6 My life itself without thy love No taste or pleasure could afford, 'Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banish'd from the Lord. 7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night, When busy cares afflict my head, One thought of thee gives new delight, And adds refreshment to my bed. 8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days. Scripture: Psalm 63 Languages: English
Longing after God; or The Love of God better than Life

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