Psalm 77

I With my voice to God did cry,
Even with my voice exprest aloud,
I cry'd to God most fervently,
And unto me his ear he bow'd.
What time I was with mis'ry stung,
I sought the Lord in that my grief:
My ceasless sore ran all night long,
My soul refused all relief.
I to my grief call'd God to mind,
And my complaint while I doe make;
My spirit over-whelm'd I find,
For thou dost hold mine eies awake;
I cannot speak I'm troubled so:
I seriously considered
The dayes and yeers past long ago,
That were of old determined.
I call'd to mind my song by night,
I commune with my private heart,
My spirit was most exquifite,
Yea even in this examining art.
Will God cast off, eternally,
And is his favour clean remov'd?
Is mercy quite and clean set by,
His promise past but never prov'd?
Hath God forgotten to be kind,
And wholly left compassions path?
His tender mercies all confin'd,
And hath he shut them up in wrath?
But this, said I, full well appears,
To be mine own infirmitie:
But I will call to mind the yeers
Of his right hand that is most high.

2. Part.
I Will remember in my thought,
The mighty works of God the Lord:
The wonders which of old he wrought,
Surely (said I) I will record.
Of all thy doings I will talk,
And meditate of all thy pow'rs:
The Sanctuary is thy walk,
Who is so great a God as ours?
Thy strength is to thy people shown,
A wonder-working God indeed:
Thy stretcht-out arm redeem'd thine own
Jacob and Josephs fruitfull seed.
The waters LORD had sight of thee,
The waters saw, and were afraid;
Because they did the visage see,
The depths were also sore dismaid.
The clouds powr'd down their watry load,
The skies a thundring sound forth sent:
Thine arrows were disperst abroad,
Shot from the flaming Element.
In heaven was thy thunder heard,
Thy lightnings did the world surround:
Earth shook and trembled sore afeard
Thy way is in the seas profound.
Thy paths are in the waters deep,
Thy footsteps none can understand:
Thou ledst thy folk like flocks of sheep,
By Moses and by Aarons hand.