Rex H. Henderson

PSALM 77

I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me. In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted. I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah. Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak. I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times. I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search. Will the Lord cast off for ever? and will he be favourable no more? Is his mercy clean gone for ever? doth his promise fail for evermore? Hath God forgotten to be gracious? hath he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah. And I said, This is my infirmity: but I will remember the years of the right hand of the most High. I will remember the works of the LORD: surely I will remember thy wonders of old. I will meditate also of all thy work, and talk of thy doings. Thy way, O God, is in the sanctuary: who is so great a God as our God? Thou art the God that doest wonders: thou hast declared thy strength among the people. Thou hast with thine arm redeemed thy people, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah. The waters saw thee, O God, the waters saw thee; they were afraid: the depths also were troubled. The clouds poured out water: the skies sent out a sound: thine arrows also went abroad. The voice of thy thunder was in the heaven: the lightnings lightened the world: the earth trembled and shook. Thy way is in the sea, and thy path in the great waters, and thy footsteps are not known. Thou leddest thy people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron. (Psalm 77, KJV)

Psalm 77

Remembering His Blessings

Let no harp be silent in the courts,
Strike up praise in the sanctuary
For I am blessed beyond measure,
God has been so good to me.

But Asaph under the burden of his
Times begins his poem deeply depressed
Believing God had deserted him and
In a minor key his sadness expressed.

In the loud darkness of the long nights:
“When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;
at night I stretched my untiring hands
and my soul refused to be comforted.”

Finding no answers to his problems,
He wondered if God had vanished.
He had been hard with him, and times
Were grim. Then he recalled,

God’s hand had been upon him; He
Was holy, and wonderfully great,
And had not changed. He was caring.
And had redeemed His people of late.

   “O Thou source of every blessing,
         Chase my sorrows, cheer my heart,
    Till in heaven, thy smiles possessing,
         Life, and joy and peace impart.”

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