Psalm 77

TO God, ev'n to the Lord, I prayd,
And, hee did hear my moanes;
Both day & night I sought his aide,
With never-ceasing groanes.
My hart no comforts entertain'd,
But fixt on him her thought; Selah,
And so I greev'd, & so complain'd
That, lowe my soul was brought.

Mine eyes from sleep hee did with holde,
With paine, I lost my tongue:
I mus'd on daies, & yeares of olde,
And what was once my song.
Yea, all alone, at night I lay,
Thus musing in my minde;
Lord, wilt thou cast mee quite away,
And, never more bee kinde?

Is thy compassion lost out right?
Shall thy sirme promise faile?
Hast thou for got thy Mercie quite?
O're Love, shall hate prevaile?
No; this my frailtie is, quoth I,
And, these, but changes are,
Wrought by the powre of God most high,
Which, I, in minde will bear.

Thy works, & wonders past, oh Lord,
I'le therfor muse vpon;
Thy former Acts, I will record,
And, shewe what thou hast done.
Thy walkings, in thy house, declare,
That, there's no God like thee:
And, what thy powre & marvailes are,
Thou mak'st all people see.

For Iacob's, & for Ioseph's race,
Thine arme did purchase aide; Selah
And, seas, & Flouds, to vewe thy face,
Were troubled & afraide.
The Clouds did melt, the Vapours crasht,
Thine Arrowes, forth were shott,
Thy thunders roar'd, the lightnings flasht,
And, Earth a trembling got.

Thou wentst through seas with steps vn-eide,
Thy paths were in the Deep;
And, Moses did with Aron, guide
Thy people, there, like sheep.