Unto the Lord I with My Voice

Words: Psalm 77:1-13 Scottish Psalter, 1650

Tune: Livingston C.M.D. Stephen Pribble, 2001

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   1. Unto the Lord I with my voice,
         I unto God did cry;
      Ev'n with my voice, and unto me
         his ear he did apply.
      I in my trouble sought the Lord,
         my sore by night did run,
      And ceasèd not; my grievèd soul
         did consolation shun.

   2. I to remembrance God did call,
         yet trouble did remain;
      And overwhelm'd my spirit was,
         whilst I did sore complain.
      Mine eyes, debarred from rest and sleep,
         thou makest still to wake;
      My trouble is so great that I
         unable am to speak.

   3. The days of old to mind I called,
         and oft did think upon
      The times and ages that are past
         full many years agone.
      By night my song I call to mind,
         and commune with my heart;
      My sp'rit did carefully enquire
         how I might ease my smart.

   4. For ever will the Lord cast off,
         and gracious be no more?
      For ever is his mercy gone?
         fails his word evermore?
      Is't true that to be gracious
         the Lord forgotten hath?
      And that his tender mercies he
         hath shut up in his wrath?

   5. Then did I say, That surely this
         is mine infirmity:
      I'll mind the years of the right hand
         of him that is most High.
      Yea, I remember will the works
         performed by the Lord:
      The wonders done of old by thee
         I surely will record.

   6. I also will of all thy works
         my meditation make;
      And of thy doings to discourse
         great pleasure I will take.
      O God, thy way most holy is
         within thy sanctuary;
      And what god is so great in pow'r
         as is our God most high?