Psalm 77

I cried aloud to God for help;

I prayed that God would hear.

When I was plunged in deep distress,

I sought the Lord in prayer.

At night I stretched untiring hands,

relief my soul refused.

Rememb’ring you, O God, I groaned

with longing as I mused.

In my distress I could not speak;

from sleep you kept my eye.

I thought about the former days,

the years which have gone by.

Throughout the watches of the night

my songs I called to mind.

I pondered deeply, while my heart

an answer tried to find:

“For ever will the Lord reject

and never show his grace?

Has he withdrawn his steadfast love

and turned from me his face?

“For all time has his promise failed?

Is God no longer kind?

Has he in his great wrath dismissed

compassion from his mind?”

Then to my heart there came this thought:

“On this I will rely—

The years of the right hand of power

of him who is Most High.”

I will recall the LORD’s great deeds—

your works of long ago.

I’ll meditate on all your acts;

your mighty deeds I’ll show.

O God, most holy are your ways.

What god compares with you?

You are the God of miracles,

whose power the nations view.

You have redeemed your people, Lord,

with your almighty arm;

Jacob’s and Joseph’s children you

delivered from all harm.

The waters saw you, O my God;

they saw and writhed in pain.

The very depths became convulsed;

the clouds poured down their rain.

The thunder rolled across the skies

as lightning bolts were hurled.

Your thunder in the wind was heard;

your lightning lit the world.

The whole earth trembled then and quaked.

Your path was through the sea.

Your way through mighty waters led;

your footprints none could see.

Your people, like a flock of sheep,

you guided every day;

By Moses’ and by Aaron’s hand

you led them on the way.