THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM LXXVII

With mournful Voice, and ardent Cries, To God, I made my Pray'r; I oft to God my Suit renew'd, And he to me gave Ear. In my sad Day, I sought the Lord, My Hands stretch'd forth by Night, And ceased not; my burden'd Soul No Comfort could admit. I thought on God, the great and good, But yet I found no Rest; I pour'd out my Complaint, and still My Mind remain'd oppress'd. Thou hold'st mine Eyes awake; my Grief's So great I cannot speak. From former Days, and ancient Times, I then Relief did seek. I call'd to Mind my Songs, by Night I commun'd with my Heart; My Spirit search'd the hidden Cause, And End, with all her Art. "Forever, will the Lord cast off? "Will he no more be kind? "Is Mercy wholly spent; his Word "Forever out of Mind? "Has God forgot to shew his Grace? "Doth Wrath his Love restrain? "I said, the Change in God's Right-hand. "'Tis this that gives me Pain. But I'll remind Iehovah's Works, Thy Wonders wrought of old: On all thy Works I'll meditate, Thy Doings shall be told.