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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=413010" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 77 part 2</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Comfort derived from ancient providences.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;How awful is thy chast'ning rod!&quot;<br>May thy own children say:<br>&quot;The great, the wise, the dreadful God!<br>How holy is his way !&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll meditate his works of old,<br>The King that reigns above;<br>I'll hear his ancient wonders told,<br>And learn to trust his love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long did the house of Joseph lie<br>With Egypt's yoke oppressed;<br>Long he delayed to hear their cry,<br>or gave his people rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sons of good old Jacob seemed<br>Abandoned to their foes;<br>But his almighty arm redeemed<br>The nation that he chose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Isr'el, his people and his sheep,<br>Must follow where he calls;<br>He bade them venture through the deep,<br>And made the waves their walls.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The waters saw thee, mighty God!<br>The waters saw thee come;<br>Backward they fled, and frighted stood,<br>To make thine armies room.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strange was thy journey through the sea<br>Thy footsteps, Lord, unknown;<br>Terrors attend the wondrous way<br>That brings thy mercies down.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Thy voice, with terror in the sound,<br>Through clouds and darkness broke;<br>All heav'n in lightning shone around,<br>And earth with thunder shook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thine arrows through the skies were hurled;<br>How glorious is the Lord!<br>Surprise and trembling seized the world,<br>And his own saints adored.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He gave them water from the rock,<br>And safe, by Moses' hand,<br>Through a dry desert led his flock<br>Home to the promised land.]</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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&quot;How awful is thy chast'ning rod!&quot;
May thy own children say:
&quot;The great, the wise, the dreadful God!
How holy is his way !&quot;

I'll meditate his works of old,
The King that reigns above;..."></div>
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