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To God I cried, who to my help
did graciously repair;
In trouble's dismal day I sought
my God with humble pray'r.
All night my fest'ring wound did run,
no med'cine gave relief;
My soul no comforts would admit,
my soul indulged her grief.
I thought on God, and favors past,
but that increased my pain,
I found my spirit more oppressed,
the more I did complain.
Through ev'ry watch of tedious night
thou keep'st my eyes awake;
My grief is swelled to that excess,
I sigh, but cannot speak.
I call to mind the days of old,
with signal mercy crowned,
Those famous years of ancient times,
for miracles renowned.
By night I recollect my songs,
on former triumphs made;
Then search, consult, and ask my heart,
where's now that wondrous aid?
Has, God for ever east us off?
withdrawn his favor quite?.
Are both his mercy and his truth
retired to endless night?
Can his long-practiced love forget
its wonted aids to bring?
Has he in wrath shut up and sealed
his mercy's healing spring?
I said, My weakness hints these fears:
but I'll my fears disband;
I'll yet remember the Most High,
and years of his right hand.
I'll call to mind his works of old,
the wonders of his might;
On them my heart shall meditate,
my tongue shall them recite.
Safe lodged from human search on high,
O God, thy counsels are!
Who is so great a God as ours?
who can with him compare?
Long since a God of wonders thee
thy rescued people found:
Long since hast thou thy chosen seed
with strong deliv'rance crowned.
When thee, O God the waters saw,
the frighted billows shrunk;
The troubled depths themselves, for fear,
beneath their channels sunk.
The clouds poured down, while rending skies
did with their noise conspire;
Thy arrows all abroad were sent,
winged with avenging fire.
Heav'n with thy thunder's voice was torn,
whilst all the lower world
With lightnings blazed, earth shook, and seemed
from her foundations hurled.
Through rolling streams thou find'st thy way,
thy paths in waters 1ie,
Thy wondrous passage, where no sight
thy footsteps can descry.
Thou ledd'st thy people like a flock,
safe through the desert land,
By Moses their meek skilful guide,
and Aaron's sacred hand.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1696
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 77;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1821 | # 77 |
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