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PSALME. 77. (Book 77)
A Prayer that the experience of Gods goodnesse may produce hope in us, and remove from us all fearfullnesse and doubting.
I Will crie unto God with my voice: even un∣to God will I crie with my voice, and he shall hearken unto me.
2 In the time of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran and ceased not, in the night season my soul refused comfort.
3 When I am in heavinesse I will think upon God: when my heart is vexed, I will com∣plaine.
4 Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so feeble that I cannot speak.
5 I haue considered the dayes of old: and the yeares that are past.
6 I call to remembrance my song: and in the night I commune with mine owne heart, and search out my spirits.
7 Will the Lord absent himselfe for ever: and will he be no more intreated?
8 Is his mercy cleane gone for ever: and is his promise come utterly to an end for evermore?
9 Hath God forgotten to be gracious: and will he shut up his loving kindnes in displeasure?
10 And I said, It is mine owne infirmitie▪