A New Version of the Psalms of David Fitted to the Tunes used in Churches. By Sir Richard Blackmore |
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Psalm LXXVII.
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 | A New Version of the Psalms of David |  |
Psalm LXXVII.
To God I Supplication made,
And with my Voice I cry'd
When Troubles did my Soul invade,
And he with me comply'd.
I sought the Lord in my sad Day,
And while I wak'd by Night,
With Hands spread forth still did I pray,
My Soul did Comfort slight.
And with my Voice I cry'd
When Troubles did my Soul invade,
And he with me comply'd.
I sought the Lord in my sad Day,
And while I wak'd by Night,
With Hands spread forth still did I pray,
My Soul did Comfort slight.
I, when I thought of God, was pain'd,
Who once was my Relief;
And when in Anguish I complain'd,
My Pray'r encreas'd my Grief.
Thou do'st my Eye-lids waking hold,
I faint, and speechless grow;
And well I weigh'd th' Events of Old
To mitigate my Woe.
Who once was my Relief;
And when in Anguish I complain'd,
My Pray'r encreas'd my Grief.
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I faint, and speechless grow;
And well I weigh'd th' Events of Old
To mitigate my Woe.
The Songs, which in thy Praise I made,
I call to Mind by Night;
Thy Dealings in my Heart I weigh'd,
And search'd instructive Light.
For ever shall thy Wrath prevail?
No more will God relent?
For ever shall thy Promise fail?
Are all thy Mercies spent?
I call to Mind by Night;
Thy Dealings in my Heart I weigh'd,
And search'd instructive Light.
For ever shall thy Wrath prevail?
No more will God relent?
For ever shall thy Promise fail?
Are all thy Mercies spent?
Has God forgotten to be kind?
Do's he so angry grow,
That he his Mercies has confin'd,
That they no more shall flow?
I said, these anxious Doubts and Fears
Rise from distemper'd Thought,
I'll weigh the Deeds of former Years,
Which God's Right Hand has wrought.
Do's he so angry grow,
That he his Mercies has confin'd,
That they no more shall flow?
I said, these anxious Doubts and Fears
Rise from distemper'd Thought,
I'll weigh the Deeds of former Years,
Which God's Right Hand has wrought.
Part II.
Thy Ways oft dark, tho' just and wise,
Thy holy Place explains;
What God with ours in Greatness vies,
Or so exalted reigns?
Thou art the God, who dost delight
By Wonders to be known;
Thou hast thy matchless Strength and Might
To all the People shown.
Thy holy Place explains;
What God with ours in Greatness vies,
Or so exalted reigns?
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By Wonders to be known;
Thou hast thy matchless Strength and Might
To all the People shown.
By thy strong Arm Thou did'st restore
Thy People, Jacob's Seed,
And Joseph from proud Egypt's Shore,
And Bondage Thou hast freed.
The Waters saw Thee, Lord, the Flood
Of Waters saw, and fear'd;
The Depths profound astonish'd stood,
When God in Pow'r appear'd.
Thy People, Jacob's Seed,
And Joseph from proud Egypt's Shore,
And Bondage Thou hast freed.
The Waters saw Thee, Lord, the Flood
Of Waters saw, and fear'd;
The Depths profound astonish'd stood,
When God in Pow'r appear'd.
Th' assembled Clouds pour'd Waters out,
Sounds from the Skies were sent;
Amazing Sounds, while all about
Thy peircing Arrows went.
Thy Voice thro' troubled Fields of Air
In Thunder roar'd around;
The Lightnings spread their flashing Glare,
And shook the trembling Ground.
Sounds from the Skies were sent;
Amazing Sounds, while all about
Thy peircing Arrows went.
Thy Voice thro' troubled Fields of Air
In Thunder roar'd around;
The Lightnings spread their flashing Glare,
And shook the trembling Ground.
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