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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413009" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 77 part 1</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Melancholy assaulting, and hope prevailing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To God I cried with mournful voice,<br>I sought his gracious ear,<br>In the sad day when troubles rose,<br>And filled the night with fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sad were my days, and dark my nights,<br>My soul refused relief;<br>I thought on God the just and wise,<br>But thoughts increased my grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still I complained, and still oppressed,<br>My heart began to break;<br>My God, thy wrath forbade my rest,<br>And kept my eyes awake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My overwhelming sorrows grew,<br>Till I could speak no more;<br>Then I within myself withdrew,<br>And called thy judgments o'er.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I called back years and ancient times<br>When I beheld thy face;<br>My spirit searched for secret crimes<br>That might withhold thy grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I called thy mercies to my mind<br>Which I enjoyed before;<br>And will the Lord no more be kind?<br>His face appear no more?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will he for ever cast me off?<br>His promise ever fail?<br>Has he forgot his tender love?<br>Shall anger still prevail?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I forbid this hopeless thought;<br>This dark, despairing frame,<br>Rememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought;<br>Thy hand is still the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll think again of all thy ways,<br>And talk thy wonders o'er;<br>Thy wonders of recovering grace,<br>When flesh could hope no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grace dwells with justice on the throne;<br>And men that love thy word<br>Have in thy sanctuary known<br>The counsels of the Lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q>
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To God I cried with mournful voice,
I sought his gracious ear,
In the sad day when troubles rose,
And filled the night with fear.

Sad were my days, and dark my nights,
My soul refused relief;
I thought..."></div>
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