Psalm 77
In my trouble to God aloud I cry
Refused all comfort, has my soul
When I remember You I moan
As You hold open my eyes
So troubled I can’t find words to pray
I remember the past of better days
There seems to be no end in sight.
I will remember my song in the night
Has the Lord turned away His face
And reached the limits of His grace?
I will appeal to the Most High alone
And remember His works from His throne
God is great and awesomely holy
Yet became gentle and lowly.
I will remember His faithfulness to me
Remember Christ on Calvary,
And remember the victory of the King.
Forever death has lost its sting!
I remember the kindness of the Father
How He adopted us as sons and daughters
Just as the skies rumbled with thunder
And the earth shook and trembled in wonder
I too stand in awe of the Son
And tremble at the works You’ve done
As You led Israel through troubled seas,
Surely Lord, You’ll shepherd me