Psalms 139:1-4

• [Psa 139:1] Lord, All I Am Is Known To Thee

  Lord, all I am is known to Thee: In vain my soul would try To shun Thy presence, or to flee The notice of Thine eye. Thy all surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, The secrets of my breast. My thoughts lie open to Thee, Lord, Before they’re formed within; And ere my lips pronounce the word, Thou knowest the sense I mean. O wondrous knowledge! deep and high: Where can a creature hide? Within Thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side. So let Thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secured by sovereign love.

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• [Psa 139:1] Lord, Thou Hast Searched Me

  Lord, Thou hast searched me and dost know Where’er I rest, where’er I go; Thou knowest all that I have planned, And all my ways are in Thy hand. My words from Thee I cannot hide, I feel Thy power on every side; O wondrous knowledge, awful might, Unfathomed depth, unmeasured height. Where can I go apart from Thee, Or whither from Thy presence flee? In Heav’n? It is Thy dwelling fair; In death’s abode? Lo, Thou art there. If I the wings of morning take, And far away my dwelling make, The hand that leadeth me is Thine, And my support Thy power divine. If deepest darkness cover me, The darkness hideth not from Thee; To Thee both night and day are bright, The darkness shineth as the light.

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• [Psa 139:1] Thou Knowest, Lord (hawkes)

  Thou knowest, Lord, Thou know’st my life’s deep story, And all the mingled good and ill I do; Thou seest my shame, my few stray gleams of glory, Where I am false and where my soul rings true. Lord, I am glad Thou know’st my inmost being, Glad Thou dost search the secrets of my heart; I would not hide one folly from Thy seeing, Nor shun Thy healing touch to save the smart. Like warp and woof the good and ill are blended, Nor do I see the pattern that I weave; Yet in Thy love the whole is comprehended, And in Thy hand my future lot I leave. Only, dear Lord, make plain the path of duty; Let not my shame and sorrow weigh me down, Lest in despair I fail to see its beauty, And weeping vainly, miss the victor’s crown.

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• [Psa 139:1] O Lord, My Inmost Heart And Thought

  O Lord, my inmost heart and thought Thy searching eye doth see; Where’er I rest, where’er I go, My ways are known to Thee. Each spoken word, each silent thought, Thou, Lord, dost understand; Before me and behind art Thou, Restraining by Thy hand. If I the wings of morning take To some remotest land, Still I shall be upheld by Thee And guided by Thy hand. From Thee, O Lord, I cannot hide Though darkness cover me; The darkness and the light of day Are both alike to Thee. Search me, O God, and know my heart, Try me, my thoughts to know; O lead me, if in sin I stray, In paths of life to go.

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• [Psa 139:1] With Thy Benediction

  With Thy benediction falling on our ear, Pray we now, Most Holy, be Thou ever near; Near us ’mid the shadows of the coming night; Near us when the morning breaks in golden light.
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• [Psa 139:1] Lord, Thou Hast Searched And Seen Me Through

  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. My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known; He knows the words I mean to speak Ere from my opening lips they break. Within Thy circling power I stand; On every side I find Thy hand; Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. 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. 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? If up to Heav’n I take my flight, ’Tis there Thou dwell’st enthroned in light Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath Thy chains. If, mounted on a morning ray, I fly beyond the western sea, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest Thy fugitive. 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. 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. Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God, they’re both alike to Thee; Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked to His eye. 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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• [Psa 139:2] Thou, Lord, By Strictest Search Hast Known

  Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down; My secret thoughts are known to Thee, Known long before conceived by me. Thine eye my bed and path surveys, My public haunts and private ways, Thou know’st what ’tis my lips would vent, My yet unuttered word’s intent. Surrounded by Thy power I stand, On every side I find Thy hand; O skill, for human reach too high! Too dazzling bright for mortal eye! Search, try, O God, my thought and heart, If mischief lurks in any part; Correct me where I go astray, And guide me in Thy perfect way.

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• [Psa 139:3] Try Us, O God

  Try us, O God, and search the ground Of every sinful heart; Whate’er of sin in us is found, O bid it all depart. If to the right or left we stray, Leave us not comfortless; But guide our feet into the way Of everlasting peace. Help us to help each other, Lord, Each other’s cross to bear; Let each his friendly aid afford, And feel his brother’s care. Help us to build each other up, Our little stock improve; Increase our faith, confirm our hope, And perfect us in love. Up unto Thee, our living Head, Let us in all things grow, Till Thou hast made us free indeed, And spotless here below. Then, when the mighty work is wrought, Receive Thy ready bride: Give us in Heaven a happy lot With all the sanctified.

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