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Psalm 77 Voce mea ad Dominum
To thee my crying call,
To thee my calling cry
I did, O God, adresse,
And thou didst me attend:
To nightly anguish thrall,
From thee I sought redresse;
To thee unceassantly
Did praying handes extend.
To thee my calling cry
I did, O God, adresse,
And thou didst me attend:
To nightly anguish thrall,
From thee I sought redresse;
To thee unceassantly
Did praying handes extend.
All comfort fled my soule:
Yea God to mind I cal'd,
Yet calling God to mynde
My thoughts could not appease:
Nought else but bitter dole
Could I in thincking finde:
My sprite with paine appal'd,
Could entertaine no ease.
Yea God to mind I cal'd,
Yet calling God to mynde
My thoughts could not appease:
Nought else but bitter dole
Could I in thincking finde:
My sprite with paine appal'd,
Could entertaine no ease.
Whole troupes of busy cares,
Of cares that from thee came,
Tooke up their restlesse rest
In sleepie sleeplesse eies:
Soe lay I all opprest,
My hart in office lame,
My tongue as lamely fares,
No part his part supplies.
Of cares that from thee came,
Tooke up their restlesse rest
In sleepie sleeplesse eies:
Soe lay I all opprest,
My hart in office lame,
My tongue as lamely fares,
No part his part supplies.
At length with turned thought
Anew I fell to thinck
Uppon the auncient tymes
Uppon the yeares of old:
Yea to my mynd was brought,
And in my hart did sinck,
What in my former rimes
My self of thee had told.
Anew I fell to thinck
Uppon the auncient tymes
Uppon the yeares of old:
Yea to my mynd was brought,
And in my hart did sinck,
What in my former rimes
My self of thee had told.
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Loe then to search the truth
I sent my thoughts abroade;
Meane while my silent hart
Distracted thus did plaine:
Will God no more take ruth?
No further love impart?
No longer be my God?
Unmoved still remayne?
I sent my thoughts abroade;
Meane while my silent hart
Distracted thus did plaine:
Will God no more take ruth?
No further love impart?
No longer be my God?
Unmoved still remayne?
Are all the conduites dry
Of his erst flowing grace?
Could rusty teeth of tyme
To nought his promise turne?
Can mercy no more clyme
And come before his face?
Must all compassion dy?
Must nought but anger burne?
Of his erst flowing grace?
Could rusty teeth of tyme
To nought his promise turne?
Can mercy no more clyme
And come before his face?
Must all compassion dy?
Must nought but anger burne?
Then lo, my wrack I see,
Say I, and do I know
That chang lies in his hand,
Who changlesse sitts aloft?
Can I ought understand,
And yet unmindfull be,
What wonders from hym flow?
What workes his will hath wrought?
Say I, and do I know
That chang lies in his hand,
Who changlesse sitts aloft?
Can I ought understand,
And yet unmindfull be,
What wonders from hym flow?
What workes his will hath wrought?
Nay still thy acts I minde,
Still of thy deedes I muse;
Still see thy glories light
Within thy temple shine.
What god can any find
(For tearme them so they use)
Whose majesty, whose might,
May strive, O God, with thine?
Still of thy deedes I muse;
Still see thy glories light
Within thy temple shine.
What god can any find
(For tearme them so they use)
Whose majesty, whose might,
May strive, O God, with thine?
Thou only wonders dost;
The wonders by thee done,
All earth do wonder make,
As when thy hand of old
From servitude unjust
Both Jacobs sonnes did take;
And sonnes of Jacobs sonne,
Whom Jacobs sonnes had sold.
The wonders by thee done,
All earth do wonder make,
As when thy hand of old
From servitude unjust
Both Jacobs sonnes did take;
And sonnes of Jacobs sonne,
Whom Jacobs sonnes had sold.
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The waves thee saw, saw thee,
And fearefull fledd the field:
The deepe with panting brest,
Engulphed quaking lay:
The cloudes thy fingers prest,
Did rushing rivers yield;
Thy shaftes did flaming flee
Through firy airy way.
And fearefull fledd the field:
The deepe with panting brest,
Engulphed quaking lay:
The cloudes thy fingers prest,
Did rushing rivers yield;
Thy shaftes did flaming flee
Through firy airy way.
Thy voices thundring crash
From one to other pole,
Twixt roofe of starry Sphere
And earths then trembling flore,
While light of lightnings flash
Did pitchy cloudes encleare,
Did round with terror role,
And rattling horror rore.
From one to other pole,
Twixt roofe of starry Sphere
And earths then trembling flore,
While light of lightnings flash
Did pitchy cloudes encleare,
Did round with terror role,
And rattling horror rore.
Mean while through duskie deepe
On seas discovered bed,
Where none thy trace could view,
A path by thee was wrought:
A path whereon thy crue
As shepherds use their sheepe,
With Aaron Moses ledd,
And to glad pastures brought.
On seas discovered bed,
Where none thy trace could view,
A path by thee was wrought:
A path whereon thy crue
As shepherds use their sheepe,
With Aaron Moses ledd,
And to glad pastures brought.
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