Psalm 139:2. Second Part. L. M.
The wonderful formation of man.
‘Twas from thy hand, my God, I came,
A work of such a curious frame;
In me thy fearful wonders shine,
And each proclaims thy skill divine.
Thine eyes did all my limbs survey,
Which yet in dark confusion lay;
Thou saw’st the daily growth they took,
Form’d by the model of thy book.
By thee my growing parts were nam’d,
And what thy sovereign counsels fram’d,
(The breathing lungs, the beating heart)
Was copy’d with unerring art.
At last, to shew my Maker’s name,
God stamp’d his image on my frame,
And in some unknown moment join’d
The finish’d members to the mind.
There the young seeds of thought began
And all the passions of the man:
Great God, our infant nature pays
Immortal tribute to thy praise.
Lord, since in my advancing age
I’ve acted on life’s busy stage,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The power of numbers to recount.
I could survey the ocean o’er,
And count each sand that makes the shore,
Before my swiftest thoughts could trace
The numerous wonders of thy grace.
These on my heart are still impress’d,
With these I give my eyes to rest;
And at my waking hour I find
God and his love possess my mind.