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PSALM 77, by                    
First Line: To thee my crying call
Last Line: And to glad pasturs brought
Subject(s): Sea; Ocean


To thee my crying call
To Thee my calling cry
I did O God addresse
And Thou didst me attend
To nightly anguish thrall
From Thee I sought redresse
To Thee uncessantly
Did praying hands extend

All comfort fled my soul
Yet God to mind I call'd
Yet calling God to mind
My thoughts could not appease
Nought else but bitter dole
Could I in thinking find
My Sp'rite with pain appall'd
Could intertain no ease

Whole Troopes of buisy Cares
Of Cares that from Thee came
Took up their restless rest
In sleepy sleepless eyes
So lay I all opprest
My heart in office lame
My tongue as lamely fares
No part his part Supplyes

At length with turned thought
Anew I fell to think
Upon the ancient times
Upon the yeares of Old
Yea to my mind was brought
And in my heart did sink
What in my former Rimes
My self of Thee had told

So then to search the Truth
I sent my thoughts abroad
Mean while my silent heart
Distracted thus did plain
Will God no more take ruth
No further Love impart
No longer be my God
Unmoved still remain

Are all the Conduits dry
Of his erst flowing grace
Could rusty teeth of time
To naught his promise turn
Can mercy no more clime
And come before his face
Must all compassion dy
Must nought but anger burn?

Then (lo) my wrack I see
Say I, and do I know
That change lyes in his hand
Who changeless sitts aloft
Can I ought understand
And yet unmindfull be
What wonders from him flow
What works his Will has wrought

Nay still Thy Acts I mind
Still of Thy Deeds I muse
Still se Thy glorys light
Within Thy Temple shine
What God can any find
(For term them so they use)
Whose Majesty whose might
May strive O God with Thyne.

Thou only wonders dost
The Wonders by Thee done
All earth doth wonder make
As when Thy hand of Old
From servitude unjust
Both Jacobs sons did take
And sons of Jacobs sonn
Whom Jacobs sons had sold

The waves Thee saw, saw Thee
And fearfull fledd the field
The Deep with panting breast
Engulfed quaking lay
The clouds Thy fingers prest
Did rushing Rivers yeild
Thy Shafts did flaming flee
Through fiery ayry way.

Thy voices thundring crash
From one to other Pole
Twixt roof of starry Sphere
And Earth then trembling floore
Whilst light of lightning's flash
Did pitchy clouds encleare
Did round with terror roll
And ratling horror roare.

Meane while through dusty deep
On Seas discoverd bedd
Where none Thy trace could view
A path by Thee was wrought
A path wheron Thy crue
As shepheards use their sheep
With Aaron Moses ledd
And to glad pasturs brought





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