Ps.77

I cried out to God for help
I cried out to God to hear me
When I was distressed,
I sought the Lord At night
I stretched out my hand
But I can not be comforted
I remember You God and I groaned
I mused and my spirit grew faint
You kept my eyes from closing
I was too troubled to speak
I thought about my former days the years long ago
I remember my songs in the night
My heart mused and my spirit inquired
Will the Lord reflect forever
Will He never show his favor again
Has this unfailing love vanished forever
Has His promise failed for all time
Has God forgotten to be merciful
Has the anger withheld
His compassion Then I thought To this
I will appeal The years of the right hand of the Most High
I will remember the deeds of the Lord Yes,
I remember Your miracles of land ago
I will meditate on all Your works
And consider all Your mighty deeds
Your ways, oh God, are holy
What god is so great as our God?