My voice rises to God, I will cry aloud.
My voice rises to God, He will hear me.
In the day in my trouble, I sought the Lord.
In the night my hand stretched without fainting.
My soul refused to be comforted.
Yes, my soul refused to be comforted.
I'm disturbed when I remember God, when I sigh, my spirit faints.
You have held my eyelids open, so troubled I can't even speak.
I consider the days of old, and all those years long ago.
I remember my song in the night, my heart meditates and spirit ponders.
Will the Lord reject forever?
Will He never again show favor?
Has His kindness ceased for all time?
Has His promise come to an end?
Has God forgotten to be gracious, or in anger withdrawn His compassion?
Then I said, it is surely my grief, the right hand of the Most High has
changed.
My voice rises to God, I will cry aloud.
My voice rises to God, He will hear me.
I'll remember the deeds of the Lord, I'll recall your wonders of old.
On all your works I'll meditate, and will muse upon your deeds.
Your way, O God, is holy, what God is great like our God.
You are the God of wonders, your strength is known through the lands.
You save your people with power, the sons of Jacob and Joseph.
The waters then saw you, O God, the waters then saw you.
Then they were in anguish, the depths started to quake.
The clouds then poured down water, the skies gave forth a sound.
My voice rises to God, I will cry aloud.
My voice rises to God, He will hear me.
Your arrows flashed here and there, the sound of your thunder in a whirlwind.
Your lightnings lit up the world, the earth then trembled and shook.
Your paths are sea and water, your footprints may not be known.
Like a flock you led your people forth by the hand of Moses and Aaron.
My voice rises to God, I will cry aloud.
My voice rises to God, He will hear me.
My voice rises to God, I will cry aloud.
My voice rises to God, He will hear me.