My voice I will lift up to God

Verse 1

My voice I will lift up to God, I'll cry to God nor spare; my voice I will lift up to God, and he will hear my prayer.

Verse 2

In day of woe I sought the Lord; by night in ceaseless grief my hand was stretched out to him; my soul refused relief.

Verse 3

I to remembrance God do call, and then I sigh and mourn; I with myself commune, my heart with grief is overborne.

Verse 4

Thou dost deny mine eyelids sleep, withhold the rest I seek; my trouble is so great that I unable am to speak.

Verse 5

I thought on days and years of old, recalled my song by night;

Verse 6

I with my heart communed, my soul made earnest search for light.

Verse 7

For ever will the Lord cast off, and gracious be no more?

Verse 8

For ever is his mercy gone? Fails his word evermore?

Verse 9

Is't so that to be gracious the Lord forgotten hath; and that his tender mercies he hath shut up in his wrath?