I call to remembrance my song in the night
I cried out to the Lord with my voice-to God with my voice and he gave ear to me In the day of my trouble, I sought the Lord; my hand was stretched out in the night without ceasing, my soul refused to be comforted I remembered God, and was troubled; I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed You hold my eyelids open; I am so troubled I cannot speak I have considered the days of old, The years of ancient times I call to remembrance my song in the night; I meditate within my heart and my spirit makes diligent search Will the Lord cast off forever? Will He be favourable no more? Has His mercy ceased forever? Has His promise failed forevermore? Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has He in anger shut up His tender mercies? Psalm 77:1-9 Your way Oh Lord is in the sanctuary And I said this is my anguish; but I will remember the years of the right hand of the Most High I will remember the Works of the Lord, Surely I will remember the works of old I will also meditate on your work and talk of ...