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Unto the Lord I with my voice

Unto the Lord I with my voice

Published in 3 hymnals

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1 Unto the Lord I with my voice,
I unto God did cry;
Ev’n with my voice, and unto me
his ear he did apply.

2 I in my trouble sought the Lord,
my sore by night did run,
And ceased not; my grieved soul
did consolation shun.

3 I to remembrance God did call,
yet trouble did remain;
And overwhelm’d my spirit was,
whilst I did sore complain.

4 Mine eyes, debarr’d from rest and sleep,
thou makest still to wake;
My trouble is so great that I
unable am to speak.

5 The days of old to mind I call’d,
and oft did think upon
The times and ages that are past
full many years agone.

6 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.

7 For ever will the Lord cast off,
and gracious be no more?
8 For ever is his mercy gone?
fails his word evermore?

9 Is’t true that to be gracious
the Lord forgotten hath?
And that his tender mercies he
hath shut up in his wrath?

10 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.

11 Yea, I remember will the works
performed by the Lord:
The wonders done of old by thee
I surely will record.

12 I also will of all thy works
my meditation make;
And of thy doings to discourse
great pleasure I will take.

13 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?

14 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.

15 To thine own people with thine arm
thou didst redemption bring;
To Jacob’s sons, and to the tribes
of Joseph that do spring.

16 The waters, Lord, perceived thee,
the waters saw thee well;
And they for fear aside did flee;
the depths on trembling fell.

17 The clouds in water forth were pour’d,
sound loudly did the sky;
And swiftly through the world abroad
thine arrows fierce did fly.

18 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.

19 Thy way is in the sea, and in
the waters great thy path;
Yet are thy footsteps hid, O Lord;
none knowledge thereof hath.

20 Thy people thou didst safely lead,
like to a flock of sheep;
By Moses’ hand and Aaron’s thou
didst them conduct and keep.



Source: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P83

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