Luyện nghe bài hát PS 77

Cry out to God for
I cried out to God to me
I was distressed and I sought the Lord
I stretched out my hand but found no

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

I my songs in the night
My mused, my spirit inquired
the Lord reflect forever?
Will He never show His favor

Has this unfailing vanished forever
Has His will failed for all time
Has God to be merciful
Has His anger withheld His

Then I thought to I will appeal
The years of the right hand of the High
I remember the deeds of my Lord

If, and, ago

I will on all Your works
And all Your deeds
ways God are holy
What God is like our God