Psalm 139

Thou know'st me, O thou onely Wise;
Seest when I sit, and when I rise;
Canst my concealed thoughts disclose;
Observ'st my Labours and Repose;
Know'st all my Counsels, all my Deeds,
Each word which from my Tongue proceeds:
Behind, before, by thee inclos'd;
Thy Hand on every part impos'd.
Such knowledge my capacitie
Transcends; so wonderfull, so high!
O which way shall I take my flight?
Or where conceale me from thy sight?
Ascend I Heaven; Heaven is thy Throne:
Dive I to Hell; there art thou knowne.
Should I the Mornings wings obtaine,
And flie beyond th'Hesperian Maine;
Thy powerfull Arme would reach me there,
Reduce, and curb me with thy feare.
Were I involv'd in shades of Night;
That Darknesse would convert to Light.
What Clouds can from discovery free!
What Night, wherein thou canst not see!
The Night would shine like Daies cleare flame;
Darknesse and Light, to Thee the same.
Thou sift'st my reines, even thoughts to come:
Thou cloth'dst me in my Mothers womb.
Great God, that hast so strangely rais'd
This Fabrick; be thou ever prais'd.
O full of Admiration
Are these thy Works! to me well-knowne.
My bones were to thy view displaid,
When I in secret shades was made;
When wrought by thee with curious art,
As in the Earths inferiour part.
On me, an Embryon, didst thou looke:
My members written in thy Booke
Before they were: which perfect grew
In time, and open to the view.
Thy Counsels admirable are;
And yet as infinite as rare.
O could I number them, farre more
Then Sands upon the murmuring shore!
When I awake, thy Works againe
My thoughts with wonder entertaine.
The Wicked thou wilt surely kill.
Hence you, who bloud with pleasure spill.
Their tongues thy Majestie profane;
They take thy sacred Name in vaine.
Lord, hate not I thy Enemies?
And grieve, when they against thee rise?
I hate them with a perfect hate;
And, as my Foes, would ruinate.
Search and explore my heart: O try
My thoughts, and their Integritie.
Behold, if I from Vertue stray:
And lead in thy eternall Way.