|77 (1)||Psalm 77 Version 1||LM|
|TO God will I direct my prayer,
And He will make my needs His care;
I’ll trust Him still through times of grief,
Though troubles seem without relief.
|2||At times when trials and sorrows fall,
When faithless fears and doubts appal,
I ask in fear and bitterness:
Will God forsake me in distress?
|3||Has God forgotten to be kind?
Shall I His promise faithless find?
Will He cast off, and nevermore
His favour to my soul restore?
|4||Recalling times when faith was bright,
And songs of gladness cheered each night,
Those blessèd joys of long ago
Make deeper still my present woe.
|5||These doubts and fears which trouble me
Are born of my infirmity;
Though I am weak, God is most high,
And on His goodness I’ll rely.
|6||I’ll fix my gaze on things above
And meditate upon Thy love;
Recounting all Thy works and ways
Until my heart responds in praise.
|Based on The Psalter, 1912|