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Psalm 139 - 2nd Version
ANGELS' SONG | Bible Passage
Melody by ORLANDO GIBBONS, 1583-1625
1 LORD, thou hast search'd me, and hast known
My rising up and lying down;
And from afar thy searching eye
Beholds my thoughts that secret lie.
2 Thou know'st my path and lying down,
And all my ways to thee are known;
For in my tongue no word can be,
But lo! O Lord, 'tis known to thee.
3 Behind, before me, thou dost stand,
And lay on me thy mighty hand.
Such knowledge is for me too strange,
'Tis high beyond my utmost range.
4 O, whither shall my footsteps fly,
Beyond thy Spirit's searching eye?
To what retreat shall I repair,
And find not still thy presence there?
5 If I to heaven shall ascend,
Thy presence there will me attend;
If in the grave I make my bed,
Lo! there I find thy presence dread.
6 If on the morning wings I flee,
And dwell in utmost parts of sea,
Ev'n there thy hand shall guide my way,
And thy fight hand shall be my stay.
7 Or if I say, to shun thine eye,
In shades of darkness I will lie,
Around me then the very night
Will shine as shines the noonday light.
8 From thee the shades can nought disguise;
The night is day before thine eyes;
The darkness is to thee as bright
As are the beams of noonday light.
9 My very reins belong to thee;
Thou in the womb didst cover me;
And I to thee will praise proclaim,
For fearful, wondrous is my frame.
10 Thy works are wonderful, I know;
And when, in depths of earth below,
This complicated frame was made,
'Twas all before thine eyes displayed.
11 My substance, yet unformed bythee,
Thy searching eye did clearly see:
My days were written, every one,
Within thy books, ere yet begun.
12 Thy thoughts, O God, to me are dear;
How vast their numbers do appear!
More than the sand my reckonings make;
I'm still with thee when I awake.
13 Thou wilt the wicked slay, O God;
Depart from me, ye men of blood,
Who speak of thee for ends profane,
Thy foes who take thy name in vain.
14 Do not I hate thy haters, Lord?
And thy assailants hold abhorred?
A perfect hatred them I show,
And count each one to me a foe.
15 Search me, O God, my heart discern,
Try me, my very thoughts to learn;
See if in evil paths I stray,
And guide me in the eternal way.
1 Â¶ O LORD, thou hast searched me, and known me.
2 Thou knowest my downsitting and mine uprising, thou understandest my thought afar off.
3 Thou compassest my path and my lying down, and art acquainted with all my ways.
4 For there is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O LORD, thou knowest it altogether.
5 Thou hast beset me behind and before, and laid thine hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; it is high, I cannot attain unto it.
7 Â¶ Whither shall I go from thy spirit? or whither shall I flee from thy presence?
8 If I ascend up into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.
9 If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
10 Even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me.
11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me; even the night shall be light about me.
12 Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee; but the night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.
13 For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb.
14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
17 Â¶ How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.
19 Surely thou wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.
20 For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain.
21 Do not I hate them, O LORD, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?
22 I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.
23 Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:
24 And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.