1 I cried out for heaven to hear me,
I reached out to God for my help;
no counsel or comfort would cheer me,
my spirit abandoned all hope.

2 But in my despair I remembered
the songs of a long time ago,
and dreamed of the majesty splendoured
of God the almighty, the true:

3 You spoke in the wind and the thunder,
the earth and the elements shook;
your power tore the waters asunder,
as Shepherd you guided your flock.

4 Then thank you, O God, for your merit,
your faithfulness always the same;
the Father, the Son and the Spirit
one Lord over all. Praise your name!

After Psalm 77, Michael Perry (1942 - 1996)
© Mrs B Perry/Jubilate Hymns
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