Words: Isaac Watts
Melancholy assaulting, and hope prevailing.
1 To God I cried with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And filled the night with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refused relief; I thought on God the just and wise, But thoughts increased my grief. 3 Still I complained, and still oppressed, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade my rest, And kept my eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And called thy judgments o'er. 5 I called back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search d for secret crimes That might withhold thy grace. 6 I called thy mercies to my mind Which I enjoyed before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His face appear no more? 7 Will he for ever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love ? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought; This dark, despairing frame, Rememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I'll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o'er; Thy wonders of recov'ring grace, When flesh could hope no more. l0 Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. PART 2. Comfort derived from ancient providences. 1 "How awful is thy chast'ning rod !" May thy own children say: "The great, the wise, the dreadful God! How holy is his way!" 2 I'll meditate his works of old, The King that reigns above; I'll hear his ancient wonders told, And learn to trust his love. 3 Long did the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke oppressed; Long he delayed to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of good old Jacob seemed Abandoned to their foes; But his almighty arm redeemed The nation that he chose. 5 Isr'el, his people and his sheep, Must follow where he calls; He bade them venture through the deep, And made the waves their walls. 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God! The waters saw thee come; Backward they fled, and freighted stood, To make thine armies room. 7 Strange was thy journey through the sea Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown; Terrors attend the wondrous way That brings thy mercies down. 8 [Thy voice, with terror in the sound, Through clouds and darkness broke; All heav'n in lightning shone around, And earth with thunder shook. 9 Thine arrows through the skies were hurled; How glorious is the Lord! Surprise and trembling seized the world, And his own saints adored. 10 He gave them water from the rock, And safe, by Moses' hand, Through a dry desert led his flock Home to the promised land.]