1. I cry out that God may hear me, and with help be ever near me. To the Lord I cry a loud, by a weight of trouble bowed. I stretch out my hands to reach him ; all the night my prayers be seech him. To my God my grief I told ; I re fused to be con soled. [Sing to the Lord 77]

2. 2. I re member God with weeping ; you have kept my eyes from sleeping. I re call the days of light, days when songs came in the night. Will the Lord reject for ever ? Will he show his favour never ? Will his promise not pre vail ; mercy, in his anger, fail ?

3. 3. So his wonders I re member ; years of his right hand I ponder, think on his great deeds so bold – all his miracles of old. For your ways, O God, are holy ; matchless ly they show your glory – mighty miracles that save all your people from the grave.

4. 4. Waters lifted in con vulsion for the Lord of all cre ation. Rain poured from the clouds on high ; flashing arrows filled the sky. Through the sea, by footprints hidden, and by whirlwind, thunder- ridden, you led to the promised land your own flock by Moses’ hand. Sing to the Lord 77 Projected with permission Text: Berwyn Hoyt, 2004, rev. 2010, © Sing to the Lord, 2012 Tune: Genevan Psalter, 1551; harm. Henry Bruinsma, 1954, Psalter Hymnal, 1957