Luyện nghe bài hát PS 77

Cry out to God for
I cried out to God to me
When I was distressed and I 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
I was too troubled to speak
I thought the former days

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

Has this love vanished forever
Has His will since for all time
Has God forgotten to be
Has His anger His compassion

I thought to this I will appeal
The of the right hand of the Most High
I will remember the deeds of my

If, and, ago

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