Psalm CXXXIX. 6th. Part. C. Met. To the searcher of hearts

Lord, should I count thy mercies o'er, How vast the numbers rise! Beyond the sands that spread the shore, Or stars that gild the skies.

Whene'er I close my eyes to sleep These tho'ts shall sooth my rest; And when I wake they still shall keep Their place within my breast.

Before thine all pervading eyes. I would my soul display; I scorn to use the least disguise But ask thy strict survey.

Does my fond heart some fav'rite sins Within itself conceal! O may a beam of light divine The hidden guilt reveal.

If in the paths of dark deceit, My soul hath gone astray; O turn and guide my wand'ring feet In thy celestial way.