Lord‚Äôs Day 46, 2012
I was glad when they said to me, ‚ÄúLet us go to the house of the Lord.‚Äù
O Lord, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down
and are acquainted with all my ways.
Even before a word is on my tongue,
behold, O Lord, you know it altogether.
You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is high; I cannot attain it.
Where shall I go from your Spirit?
Or where shall I flee from your presence?
If I ascend to heaven, you are there!
If I make my bed in Sheol, you are there!
If I take the wings of the morning
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea,
even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me.
If I say, ‚ÄúSurely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light about me be night,‚Äù
even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is bright as the day,
for darkness is as light with you.
For you formed my inward parts;
you knitted me together in my mother‚Äôs womb.
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
If I would count them, they are more than the sand.
I awake, and I am still with you.
Oh that you would slay the wicked, O God!
O men of blood, depart from me!
They speak against you with malicious intent;
your enemies take your name in vain.
Do I not hate those who hate you, O Lord?
And do I not loathe those who rise up against you?
I hate them with complete hatred;
I count them my enemies.
Search me, O God, and know my heart!
Try me and know my thoughts!
And see if there be any grievous way in me,
and lead me in the way everlasting!
Searching and Trying Our Ways
Philip Doddridge (1645‚Äì1694)
Thy piercing Eye, O God, surveys
The various Windings of our Ways;
Teach us their tendency to know,
And judge the paths in which we go.
How wild, how crooked have they been,
A Maze of foolishness and Sin!
With all the light we vainly boast,
Leaving our guide, our souls are lost.
Had not Thy mercy been our aid,
So fatally our feet had strayed;
Stern justice had its prisoners led
Down to the chambers of the dead.
O turn us back to Thee again,
Or we shall search our ways in vain;
Shine, and the path of life reveal,
And bear us on to Zion‚Äôs hill.
Roll on, ye swift-revolving years,
And end this round of sins and cares;
No more a Wanderer would I roam,
But near my Father fix a home.
‚ÄîWorthy Is the Lamb (Soli Deo Gloria, 2004).
Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.