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PSALM 77 PART 1

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C. M.

Melancholy assaulting, and hope prevailing.

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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.

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.

Still I complained, and still oppressed,

My heart began to break;

My God, thy wrath forbade my rest,

And kept my eyes awake.

My overwhelming sorrows grew,

Till I could speak no more;

Then I within myself withdrew,

And called thy judgments o'er.

I called back years and ancient times

When I beheld thy face;

My spirit searched for secret crimes

That might withhold thy grace.

I called thy mercies to my mind

Which I enjoyed before;

And will the Lord no more be kind?

His face appear no more?

Will he for ever cast me off?

His promise ever fail?

Has he forgot his tender love?

Shall anger still prevail?

But I forbid this hopeless thought;

This dark, despairing frame,

Rememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought;

Thy hand is still the same.

I'll think again of all thy ways,

And talk thy wonders o'er;

Thy wonders of recovering grace,

When flesh could hope no more.

Grace dwells with justice on the throne;

And men that love thy word

Have in thy sanctuary known

The counsels of the Lord.

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