Psalm 77

I With my voice to God did cry,
in my distresse and fear,
To God I did lift up my voice,
and he to me gave ear.
In my distresse I sought the Lord,
my sore ran in the night,
And ceased not, my soul refus'd
all comfort and delight.

I thought on God, but then my grief
did still on me remain,
My spirit was overwhelmed, though
to God I did complain.
Thou dost withhold sleep from mine eyes,
and keep'st me still awake,
Through my fore trouble and great pain,
my speech doth me forsake.

Then in mine heart I did resolve
to think on days of old,
And on the works of ancient times
which men to us have told.
Mine own night songs of former days
I thought on seriously,
I commun'd with my heart, my spirit
made search diligently.

And thus I reason'd, will the Lord
for ever me reject?
And will he look on me no more
with gracious respect?
What! is his boundlesse mercy now
for ever perished?
And doth his promise fail, and shall
nere be accomplished?

Doth God forget himself, and now
leave gracious to be?
Hath he his tender mercies clean
in wrath shut out from me?
Then said I, mine infirmity
doth cause these doubts and fears,
I will recall what the most high
hath done in former years.

The Second Part.

I will remember of the Lord
the great works manifold,
And I will surely call to mind
thy wondrous works of old.
And I also of all thy works
will throughly meditate,
And of thy doings with my friends
will seriously debate.

Thy secret ways are best within
the sanctuary known;
Who hath appear'd so great a God,
as our Almighty One?
Thou art the mighty powerful God
that do'st great works alone,
Thou hast thy mighty power made
amongst thy people known.

Thou hast thy people with thine arm
redeemed, and set free
Jacobs and Josephs sons, whom thou
brought'st from captivitie.
The waters deep saw thee, O God,
they saw thee and they fled,
As much afraid, the depths also
were soerly troubled.

The clouds their waters poured our,
a sound came from the sky,
And then abroad the hail-stone storms
as arrows swift did fly.
Thy thundring voice was heard in heav'n,
thy lightnings that did fly,
Lightned the world, the earth did shake
and tremble fearfully.

Thy way is in the sea, thy paths
in which thou ledst thine own,
Were in great waters, such footsteps
before were never known.
By Moses thou, and Aarons hand
thy people through the deep
And desart, to the promis'd land,
ledst like a flock of sheep.