1 To God will I direct my prayer,
And He will make my needs HI care;
I trust Him still, though in my grief
No answer yet has brought relief;
With hands stretched out through all the night,
Uncomforted I sought for light.
2 The thought of God brought me no peace,
But rather made my fears increase;
With sleepless eyes and speechless pain
My fainting spirit grieved in vain;
The blessedness of long ago
Made deeper still my present woe.
3 Recalling days when faith was bright,
When songs of gladness filled my night,
I pondered o'er my grievous woes
And searching questioning arose:
Will God cast off, and nevermore
His favor to my soul restore?
4 I asked in fear and bitterness,
Will God forsake me in distress?
Shall I His promise faithless find?
Has God forgotten to be kind?
Has He in anger hopelessly
Removed His love and grace from me?
5 These doubts and fears that troubled me
Were born of my infirmity;
Tho' I am weak, God is most high,
And on His goodness I rely;
Of all His wonders I will tell,
And on His deeds my thoughts shall dwell.
The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912
|Instances (2)||First Line||Text Title||Refrain First Line||Authors||Composers||Meter||Scripture||Tune Title||Tune Key||Incipit||Languages||Publication Date|
|Psalter Hymnal (Blue) #145||To God will I direct my prayer||To God Will I Direct My Prayer||Jeremiah Ingalls, 1764-1828||220.127.116.11.8.8||Psalm 77||FILLMORE (Ingalls)||F Major||English||1976|
|The Psalter: with responsive readings #210||To God will I direct my prayer||Questionings and Comfort||Jeremiah Ingalls||18.104.22.168||Psalm 77||FILLMORE||F Major or modal||English||1912|