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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 ¬∂ 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 ¬∂ 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 ¬∂ 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.