Psalm 77

To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun, A Psalm of Asaph.

1        Unto the Lord I with my voice,

                   I unto God did cry;

          Ev'n with my voice, and unto me

                   his ear he did apply.

2        I in my trouble sought the Lord,

                   my sore by night did run,

          And ceased not; my grieved soul

                   did consolation shun.

3        I to remembrance God did call,

                   yet trouble did remain;

          And overwhelm'd my spirit was,

                   whilst I did sore complain.

4        Mine eyes, debarr'd from rest and sleep,

                   thou makest still to wake;

          My trouble is so great that I

                   unable am to speak.

5        The days of old to mind I call'd,

                   and oft did think upon

          The times and ages that are past

                   full many years agone.

6        By night my song I call to mind,

                   and commune with my heart;

          My sp'rit did carefully enquire

                   how I might ease my smart.

7        For ever will the Lord cast off,

                   and gracious be no more?

8        For ever is his mercy gone?

                   fails his word evermore?

9        Is't true that to be gracious

                   the Lord forgotten hath?

          And that his tender mercies he

                   hath shut up in his wrath?

10      Then did I say, That surely this

                   is mine infirmity:

          I'll mind the years of the right hand

                   of him that is most High.

11      Yea, I remember will the works

                   performed by the Lord:

          The wonders done of old by thee

                   I surely will record.

12      I also will of all thy works

                   my meditation make;

          And of thy doings to discourse

                   great pleasure I will take.

13      O God, thy way most holy is

                   within thy sanctuary;

          And what god is so great in pow'r

                   as is our God most high?

14      Thou art the God that wonders do'st

                   by thy right hand most strong:

          Thy mighty pow'r thou hast declar'd

                   the nations among.

15      To thine own people with thine arm

                   thou didst redemption bring;

          To Jacob's sons, and to the tribes

                   of Joseph that do spring.

16      The waters, Lord, perceived thee,

                   the waters saw thee well;

          And they for fear aside did flee;

                   the depths on trembling fell.

17      The clouds in water forth were pour'd,

                   sound loudly did the sky;

          And swiftly through the world abroad

                   thine arrows fierce did fly.

18      Thy thunder's voice alongst the heav'n

                   a mighty noise did make;

          By lightnings lighten'd was the world,

                   th' earth tremble did and shake.

19      Thy way is in the sea, and in

                   the waters great thy path;

          Yet are thy footsteps hid, O Lord;

                   none knowledge thereof hath.

20      Thy people thou didst safely lead,

                   like to a flock of sheep;

          By Moses' hand and Aaron's thou

                   didst them conduct and keep.