Psalm 77

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.]

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