Psalm LXXVII.
1
To God I cry'd, to him alone,
And he my voice did hear:
I earnestly besought the Lord
In my distress and fear.
2
All night I stretched forth my hands,
And ceas'd not to grieve:
My troubled and distressed mind
No comfort could receive.
3
Although I thought upon the Lord,
Yet found I no relief:
All the night long I waking lay,
And could not speak for grief.
4
I thought upon the ages past,
And mus'd on former days:
And in the night I call'd to mind
My Psalms and Songs of praise.
5
And thus I reason'd with my self,
In my distress and pain:
Will God forever cast me off,
And never smile again?
6
Are all his tender mercies gone,
And will his promise fail?
Has God forgotten to be kind,
And will his wrath prevail?
7
But I reply'd, to reason thus,
Is my infirmity:
I will remember in times past,
The hand of the most high.
8
The mighty signs and wonders all,
That he perform'd of old:
His works shall all be thought upon,
And all his acts be told.
9
Thy way is in thy temple seen;
Who may with thee compare:
Whose wondrous works in every place,
Thy mighty power declare.
10
Thou by thy mighty Arm, O Lord,
Thy people did'st redeem:
Jacob's and Joseph's sons of old,
From bondage most extreme.
11
The waters saw thy power, O God,
They saw and were afraid:
The deep with all its mighty waves,
Was troubled and dismaid.
12
The clouds did melt, the heavens roar'd,
Thy arrows flew around:
Thunders and lightnings fill'd the world,
And shook the very ground.
13
Thy way, O God, was in the sea,
Thy path in waters great,
Where none did ever go before,
Nor foot was ever set.
14
There didst thou lead thy people forth,
Much like a flock of sheep:
By Moses and by Aaron's hand,
Thou didst them safely keep.
