1. O Lord, thou do'st me search, and know,
Whether I sit, or rise.
2. My thoughts, far distant from my Breast,
Thy piercing Sight descries.
3. My Path, and Bed, thou do'st surround,
And knowest all my Ways.
4. There's not a Word couch'd in my Tongue,
But, Lord, thine Eye surveys.
5. Behind, before, thou hast beset,
And on me laid thine Hand.
6. Such Knowledge is too wondrous high.
For me to understand.
7. Where shall I from thy Spirit go?
Or from thy Presence fly?
8. If Heav'n I climb, thou'rt there; lo there,
If deep in Earth I ly.
9. If on the Morning Wings, I flee
To utmost Bounds of Seas:
10. Thy Hand must first conduct me there,
There would thy Right-hand seise.
11. Or should I think to hide, behind
The Curtains of the Night;
Ev'n Night itself would round me shine,
As Noon Days strongest Light.
12. No Darkness can obscure thy Sight;
Thus Day, and Night, agree;
The darkest Night, and brightest Day,
Are both alike to Thee.
13. My inmost Reins, which thou didst form,
Are still possess'd by Thee;
Thou, in the Womb, with tender Care,
Did'st wrap, and cover me.
14. Thy Wonders, in my curious Frame,
My Admiration raise;
My Soul, thy marv'lous Works, knows well,
And gives to Thee the Praise.
15. My Substance was not hid from Thee,
Who me in Secret wrought;
And, in the Depth of Earth, the Parts
To closest Union brought.
16. Thine Eyes beheld my unformed Mass,
The daily Growth it took;
And all my Members yet unshap'd.
Were entered in thy Book.
17. How precious are thy Thoughts to me!
O God, how wondrous kind!
From first, to last, how great's their Sum!
No Power of mine can find.
18. Should I attempt to number them,
They far surpass the Sand;
Whene'er I wake, I'm still with Thee,
Supported by thine Hand.
19. Surely the Men that wicked are,
Thou wilt destroy, O God
Therefore, from my Society,
Depart, ye Men of Blood.
20. For their vile Tongues against Thee speak,
And impiously proclaim;
Thine Enemies, perfidious take
In vain thy sacred Name.
21. Are not those Men, that hate Thee, Lord,
Most hateful in mine Eyes?
Is not mine Heart ev'n broke to see,
Against Thee, how they rise?
22. Such Men, I utterly abhor,
And number with my Foes.
23. Search me, and know my Heart; and all,
My secret Thoughts disclose.
24. Discover ev'ry harbour'd Crime,
That lurketh in my Breast;
And lead me, all my future Days,
The Way to endless Rest.
John Barnard, born in Boston, Nov. 6, 1681; in 1752 made a version of psalms with the music; settled at Marblehead; introduced new music ther; died Jan 14, 1770, aged 89.
A Dictionary of Musical Information by John W. Moore, Boston: Oliver, Ditson & Company, 1876
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