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Despondency overcome

Hymnal: Church Psalmist #P77a (1845) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: To God I cried with mournful voice Languages: English

Hope prevailing over despondency

Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns, for the Use of the German Reformed Church, in the United States of America. (2nd ed.) #P77a (1834) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: To God I cried with mournful voice

Fear and hope

Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Parish Psalmody #d846 (1844) First Line: To God I cried with mournful voice

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #LXXVIIa (1780) First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour when trouble rose, And fill'd the night with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts encreas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd, and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept my eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit searched for secret crimes That might withhold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind, His face appear no more? 7 Will he for ever cast me off, His promise ever fail; Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recov'ring grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known, The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

To God I cry'd with mournful voice

Hymnal: Christian Psalmody, in Four Parts; containing Dr. Watt's Psalms Abridged; Dr. Watt's Hymns Abridged; Select Hymns from Other Authors; and Select Harmony #WP77a (1817) Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #LXXVIIa (1785) First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To GOD I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on GOD, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My GOD, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And called thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

To God I cry'd with mournful voice

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #A17 (1801) Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: Psalms #77a (1793) First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd, and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recov'ring grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #134 (1786) First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame: Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Topics: Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great; Comfort from ancient Providence; Israel saved from Egypt and brought to Canaan; Melancholy and hope; Patience in darkness; Providence recorded; Remembrance of former deliverances; Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great; Comfort from ancient Providence; Israel saved from Egypt and brought to Canaan; Melancholy and hope; Patience in darkness; Providence recorded; Remembrance of former deliverances Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #134 (1790) First Line: To God I cry'd with mournful voice Lyrics: 1 To God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad hour, when trouble rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refus'd relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 3 Still I complain'd and still opprest, My heart began to break; My God, thy wrath forbade me rest, And kept mine eyes awake. 4 My overwhelming sorrows grew, 'Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And call'd thy judgments o’er. 5 I call'd back years and ancient times When I beheld thy face; My spirit search'd for secret crimes That might with-hold thy grace. 6 I call'd thy mercies to my mind, Which I enjoy'd before; And will the Lord no more be kind; His face appear no more? 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame: Rememb’ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. 9 I’ll think again of all thy ways, And talk thy wonders o’er, Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. 10 Grace dwelt with justice on the throne; And men that love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Topics: Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great; Comfort from ancient Providence; Israel saved from Egypt and brought to Canaan; Melancholy and hope; Patience in darkness; Providence recorded; Remembrance of former deliverances; Afflictions hope in them; Afflictions very great; Comfort from ancient Providence; Israel saved from Egypt and brought to Canaan; Melancholy and hope; Patience in darkness; Providence recorded; Remembrance of former deliverances Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English