“Thou art the Lord that doest wonders.”

Psalm 77

On this occasion we shall read Psalm 77.

This will show us the way in which holy men of old derived comfort from the great miracle of the Red Sea. Here is Asaph, almost in despair, encouraged by remembering the Lord’s wonders of old.

Psalm 77:1, 2

His spirits sank so low that like a sick man who cannot eat what is good for him, he was unable to believe cheering truths.

Psalm 77:3

God’s people know by experience the lonely glens of soul trouble.

Psalm 77:3

This is a musical pause, or perhaps it means “lift up the tune.” Let us lift up our hearts.

Psalm 77:7

These questions are suggested by fear, but they may serve as the cure of fear. Their answers are both self-evident and heart-cheering.

Psalm 77:10

This accounts for most of our fears. They have no real ground, but are based upon our weakness of faith. The evil is in us, not in providence; the change in our hearts, not in the immutable God

Psalm 77:12

“Remember,” “meditate,” “talk,”—this is a wise order. Imitate it.

Psalm 77:16

Quiet caves of the sea, far down in the abyss, were stirred with fright; and the waters fled as if they feared the face of the Lord.

Psalm 77:18

According to Josephus there was a terrible storm when the Egyptians were in the midst of the sea; there would seem from the text to have been rain, tempest, and earthquake combined. All the elements are the allies of Israel, and the enemies of the ungodly.

Psalm 77:19

Our God has mysterious ways of delivering his people, but deliver them he will.

Psalm 77:20

They felt no storm and feared no ill, but were as quiet and safe as sheep protected by their shepherd. Even thus shall all the saints be secure, while their enemies are utterly overwhelmed.

 

I’ll call to mind thy works of old,

The wonders of thy might;

On them my heart shall meditate,

Them shall my tongue recite.

 

Thy people, Lord, long since have thee

A God of wonders found:

Long since hast thou thy chosen seed

With strong deliv’rance crown’d.

 


Sound the loud timbrel o’er Egypt’s dark sea I

Jehovah hath triumph’d: his people are free.

Sing, for the pride of the tyrant is broken,

His chariots and horsemen all splendid and brave,

How vain was their boasting! the Lord hath but spoken,

And chariots and horsemen are sunk in the wave.

Sound the loud timbrel o’er Egypt’s dark sea!

Jehovah hath triumph’d: his people are free.

 

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