Luyện nghe bài hát PS 77

Cry out to God for
I out to God to hear me
When I was and I sought the Lord
I stretched out my hand but no comfort

I you God and I groaned
My spirit, it grew faint, You kept my eyes from
When I was too troubled to
I thought the former days

I remember my in the night
My heart mused, my spirit
Will the Lord forever?
Will He never show His again?

Has this unfailing love vanished
Has His will since failed for all
Has God forgotten to be
Has His withheld His compassion

Then I thought to this I will
The years of the hand of the Most High
I will remember the of my Lord

If, and, ago

I will on all Your works
And consider all Your
Your God are holy
What God is great our God