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LXXVII. To God my loud Complaints I made

1 To God my loud Complaints I made,
And he vouchsaf'd his powerful Aid;
He to my humble Pray'r.
Did lend a gracious Ear.
All Night my fest'ring Wound did ragem,
No Med'cine could the Pain assuage:
My Soul indulg'd her Grief,
Nor would accept Relief.

2 I thought on God, but then distress'd,
I found my Spirits quite oppress'd;
The more i did complain,
The more encreas'd my Pain;
My Grief is swell'd to such a Height,
That thro' each tedious Watch of Night,
Mine Eyes are kept awake;
I sigh, but cannot speak.

3 I call'd to Mind those ancient Days,
When I, exalted, sung thy Praise;
Those Years so much renown'd;
With signal Favours crown'd;
By Night I recollect the Song
That to my Trimphs did belong,
And once such Joy impart,
Then thus consult my Heart.

4 "Hath GOD withdrawn His Favour quite,
"Is Mercy lost in endless Night?
"Will he his promis'd Love
"For evermore remove?"
I said My Weakness doth supply
These Fears, but in the LORD most high
I shall securely stand,
Protected by his Hand.

5 His Works of old I will relate,
On them my Heart shall meditate;
My Tongue shall them recite,
The Wonders of his Might.
Thy Promise, LORD, is ever sure,
Thy Ways are holy, just, and pure,
And deep thy Counsels are,
Who can with thee compare?

6 Thou art the LORD, that dost display
Amazing Wonders every Day,
And all the World shall own,
That thou art GOD alone;
And Jacob's Seed and Joseph's Line,
Have known thy Strength and Pow'r divine,
Who didst thy Arm extend,
And them with Might defend.

7 When thee, O GOD, the Waters saw,
The troubled Deep was struck with Awe,
The frigten'd Billows shrunk,
And in their Channels sunk:
The Clouds pour'd down, while rending Skies,
Fill'd Earth and Heav'n with dread Surprize,
And forth thine Arrows came,
Wing'd with avenging Flame

8 Broad Sheets of livid Blaze appear;
Thy Thunders roll, Earth shakes with Fear,
Thy Paths in Waters lie;
Nor can thy Steps descry:
Thy People from hard Bondage freed,
Thou didst by skillful Moses lead,
And Aaron's sacred Hand,
Safe thro' a desart Land.

Text Information
First Line: To God my loud Complaints I made
Language: English
Publication Date: 1767
Scripture:
Topic: Description of: Storms and Stress of Weather; Prayers: When sorely afflicted
Tune Information
Name: [To God, my loud Complaints I made]
Key: d minor



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