Psalms 77:6-20

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. For ever will the Lord cast off, and gracious be no more? For ever is his mercy gone? fails his word evermore? Is't true that to be gracious the Lord forgotten hath? And that his tender mercies he hath shut up in his wrath? 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. Yea, I remember will the works performed by the Lord: The wonders done of old by thee I surely will record. I also will of all thy works my meditation make; And of thy doings to discourse great pleasure I will take. 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? 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. To thine own people with thine arm thou didst redemption bring; To Jacob's sons, and to the tribes of Joseph that do spring. The waters, Lord, perceived thee, the waters saw thee well; And they for fear aside did flee; the depths on trembling fell. The clouds in water forth were pour'd, sound loudly did the sky; And swiftly through the world abroad thine arrows fierce did fly. 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. Thy way is in the sea, and in the waters great thy path; Yet are thy footsteps hid, O Lord; none knowledge thereof hath. Thy people thou didst safely lead, like to a flock of sheep; By Moses' hand and Aaron's thou didst them conduct and keep.