A New Version of the Psalms of David ‎#137

137. With mournful Voice, and ardent Cries

1. 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.
2. 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.

3. 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.
4. Thou hold'st mine Eyes awake; my Grief's
So great 1 cannot speak.
5. From former Days, and ancient Times,
I then Relief did seek.

6. 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.

7. "Forever, will the Lord cast off?
"Will he no more be kind?
8. "Is Mercy wholly spent; his Word
"Forever out of Mind?

9. "Has God forgot to shew his Grace?
"Doth Wrath his Love restrain?
10. "I said, the Change in God*s Right-hand,
" 'Tis this that gives me Pain.
11. But I'll remind Jehovah's Works,
Thy Wonders wrought of old:
12. On all thy Works I'll meditate,
Thy Doings snall be told.

Second Part

1e. Thy Way, O God, is in the Height;
Great as our God, there's none.
14. Thou God do'st Wonders; thou, thy Strength,
Hast to the People shown.
15. Thy People, by thy mighty Arm,
Thou haft from Bondage freed;
The Offspring of thy Favorites,
Jacob's and Jcseph's Seed.

16. The Waters saw Thee, mighty God,
Thee did the Waters see;
They fled for Fear, the Depths retir'd.
Struck with the Awe of Thee.
17. The Clouds abundant Waters pour'd,
The Sky sent forth a Sound;
Thy pointed Arrows arm'd with Wrath,
In Vengeance flew around.

18. Thy awful Voice, from Heav'n above,
In roaring Thunders, broke;
The lower World with Light'nings blaz'd,
The Earth was mov'd and shook.
19. Thy Way is in the rowling Sea;
(A wondrous Way we own!)
Thy Path thro' mighty Waters lyes.
Thy Footsteps are unknown.

20. Thou led'st thy People, like a Flock,
By Moses's skilful Hand,
And A'ron's thro' the Wilderness,
Safe to the promis'd Land.

Text Information

• First Line: With mournful Voice, and ardent Cries
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1752

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