The Psalms of David ‎#LXXVIIb

LXXVIIb. Comfort derived from ancient Providences' or, Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan

1 "How awfull is thy chast'ning rod!"
(May thy own children say)
The great, the wise, the dreadful God!
"How holy is his way!"

2 I'll meditate his works of old;
The king that reigns above,
I'll hear his ancient wonders told,
And learn to trust his love.

3 Long did the house of Joseph lie
With Egypt's yoke opprest;
Long he delay'd to hear their cry,
Nor gave his people rest.

4 The sons of good old Jacob seem'd
Abandon'd to their foes;
But his almighty arm redeem'd
The nation that he chose.

5 Isr'el his people and his sheep,
Must follow where he calls;
He bade them venture thro' the deep,
And made the waves their walls.

6 The waters saw thee mighty God!
The waters saw thee come;
Backward they fled, and frighted stood,
To make thine armies room.

7 Strange was thy journey thro' the sea;
Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown:
Terrors attend the wond'rous way,
That brings thy mercies down.

8 [Thy voice, with terror in the sound,
Thro' clouds and darkness broke,
All heav'n in light'ning shone around,
And earth with thunder shook.

9 Thine arrows thro' the skies were hurl'd;
How glorious is the Lord!
Surprise and trembling seiz'd the world,
And his own saints ador'd.

10 He gave them water from the rock;
And safe, by Moses' hand
Thro' a dry desert led his flock
Home to the promis'd land.]

Text Information

• First Line: "How awfull is thy chast'ning rod!"
• Title: Comfort derived from ancient Providences' or, Israel delivered from Egypt, and brought to Canaan
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1780
• Scripture:
  Psalm 77

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