1 I cried out to God to help me
In my turmoil and my grief;
All night long I pleaded with him,
Yet my soul found no relief.
I remembered God with sorrow
And my groaning heart grew faint;
Wearied, sleepless, I could scarcely
Raise my voice in lone lament.
2 Earlier days and years I turned to,
When my songs rang through the night;
Now the bitter thought possessed me:
'Has God cast us off outright?
Is his steadfast love now ended?
Is his promise null and void?
Have his mercy and compassion
In his anger been destroyed?'
3 Then I called to mind the marvels
Once performed by God Most High,
Pondering on the LORD's great actions
Mortal power could not defy.
Holy is our God no other
Works the wonders done by ours,
Freeing Jacob's sons and Joseph's
By his all-transcending powers.
4 When, O God, the waters saw you,
Terror-struck they turned and fled;
Lightning, tempest, whirlwind, thunder
Filled the trembling world with dread.
Leaving in the sand no footprint,
Through the sea your path you took,
And by Moses' hand and Aaron's
Led your people like a flock.
Psalm 77, David G Preston
© David G Preston/Jubilate Hymns Ltd
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