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Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #136 (1740) 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 Day, when Troubles rose, And filled 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 increas'd my Grief. 3 Still I complain'd, and still opprest, My Heart began to break; My GOD, thy Wrath forbad my 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 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 for ever 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 dwells with Justice on the Throne; And Men that love thy Word Have in thy Sanctuary known The Counsels of the Lord. Topics: Comfort from ancient providences; Hope in darkness; Isreal saved from Egypt, and brought to Canaan; Melancholy and hope; Patience in darkness; Providence recorded Scripture: Psalm 77 Languages: English

Melancholy assaulting, and Hope prevailing

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #143 (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 #143 (1787) 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: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #155 (1791) 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 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 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