THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM CXXXIX

O Lord, thou do'st me search, and know, Whether I sit, or rise. My Thoughts, far distant from my Breast, Thy piercing Sight descries. My Path, and Bed, thou do'st surround, And knowest all my Ways. There's not a Word couch'd in my Tongue, But, Lord, thine Eye surveys. Behind, before, thou hast beset, And on me laid thine Hand. Such Knowledge is too wondrous high, For me to understand. Where shall I from thy Spirit go? Or from thy Presence fly? If Heav'n I climb, thou'rt there; lo there, If deep in Earth I ly. If on the Morning Wings, I flee To utmost Bounds of Seas: Thy Hand must first conduct me there, There would thy Right-hand seise. Or should I think to hide, behind The Curtains of the Night; Ev'n Night itself would round me shine, As Noon Days strongest Light. No Darkness can obscure thy Sight; Thus Day, and Night, agree; The darkest Night, and brightest Day, Are both alike to Thee.