Psa_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.