PSALM
CXXXIX.
O
Lord
my
God
!
to
thee
is
known
My
rising
up
,
my
sitting
down
;
My
path
,
my
bed
thou
art
about
,
And
all
my
ways
thou
spiest
out
.
For
lo
!
thou
understandest
,
Lord
,
My
every
thought
,
my
every
word
;
Oh
,
ever
guide
my
tongue
,
my
heart
,
For
thou
hast
fashioned
every
part
.
Such
knowledge
how
should
I
attain
?
Such
wond'rous
goodness
how
explain
?
Say
,
would
I
from
thy
presence
flee
,
Ah
,
whither
?
—
I
am
still
with
thee
.
If
to
the
Heav'n
of
Heavens
I
climb
,
Thou'rt
there
in
majesty
sublime
;
Or
if
to
Hell
I
downwards
go
,
Behold
,
O
Lord
,
thou'rt
there
also
.
If
on
the
morning's
wing
I
soar
,
Or
dive
where
deepest
oceans
roar
,
Ev'n
there
thy
presence
shields
from
harm
,
And
guides
me
with
thy
mighty
arm
.
If
in
the
dark
and
midnight
hour
I
seek
to
hide
me
from
thy
power
,
That
darkness
is
to
Thee
as
bright
As
orient
beams
of
morning
light
.
When
in
my
mother's
womb
I
lay
,
Thou
fashionedst
my
wond'rous
clay
,
Nor
were
my
bones
before
my
birth
Unseen
,
tho'
form'd
beneath
the
earth
.
Thine
eyes
my
substance
did
descry
,
When
hid
from
ev'ry
mortal
eye
,
And
in
thy
book
each
member
plac'd
,
As
day
by
day
their
forms
were
trac'd
.
Thy
councils
,
Lord
,
to
me
how
dear
!
The
sum
how
great
beyond
compare
!
As
well
might
I
the
sands
recount
,
As
tell
them
o'er
,
so
great
th'
amount
.
Wilt
thou
not
,
Lord
,
the
wicked
slay
?
Depart
,
ye
sinful
men
,
away
!
For
lo
!
thine
enemies
,
O
Lord
,
Deny
thy
name
,
and
slight
thy
word
.
Do
not
I
hold
them
in
despite
,
Who
rise
against
thy
cause
to
fight
?
Yea
,
more
I
hate
their
impious
strife
,
Than
if
they
warr'd
against
my
life
.
Try
me
,
O
God
,
my
heart
refine
,
Reprove
it
,
make
it
wholly
thine
;
Look
well
if
unreveal'd
there
lie
One
sin
remote
from
human
eye
.