The crash of your thunder was in the whirlwind; your lightnings lighted up the world; the earth trembled and shook.
The Holy Spirit dictated this psalm as a common prayer for the Church in her afflictions, not the private sorrow of one man, but the lamentations of God's chosen people. When we cry to Him, He hears; this is not mere complaint but the sure testimony of His readiness to answer those who call upon Him.
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Commenting on Psalm 77:1-20
The voice of thy thunder was in the heaven, or in the whirlwind. Rushing on with terrific swiftness and bearing all before it, the storm was as a chariot driven furiously, and a voice was heard (even thy voice, O Lord!) out of the fiery car, even as when a mighty man in battle urges forward his charger, and shouts to it aloud.
When I remember what God has wrought for His people of old, my faith revives. He is holy in all His works and changes not; if He begins a work, He will finish it. The remembrance of His wonders is a powerful antidote against distrust of His promise and goodness.
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Commenting on Psalm 77:11-20