YOU ARE THE GOD THAT WORKS WONDERS

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I cried unto God with my voice, even unto 

God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: 

my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: 

my soul refused to be comforted.  I 

remembered God, and was troubled:  I
complained, and my spirit was over-
whelmed. Selah.  Thou holdest mine
eyes waking: I am so troubled that I
cannot speak. I have considered the
days of old, the years of ancient times.
I call to remembrance my song in the
night: I commune with mine own
heart: and my spirit made diligent 

search.  Will the Lord cast off for ever? 

and will he be favourable no more?  Is 

his mercy clean gone for ever? doth his 

promise fail for evermore?  Hath God 

forgotten to be gracious? hath he in 

anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah.

And I said, This is my infirmity: but I 

will remember the years of the right hand
of the most High. I will remember the
works of the LORD: surely I will remember
thy wonders of old.  I will meditate
also of all thy work, and talk of thy
doings.  Thy way, O God, is in the
sanctuary: who is so great a God as our
God? Thou art the God that doest
wonders: thou hast declared thy strength
among the people.  Thou hast with  thine
arm redeemed thy people, the sons of
Jacob and Joseph.  Selah.  The waters
saw thee, O God,  the waters saw thee;
they were afraid: the depths also
were troubled.  The clouds poured out
water: the skies sent out a sound: thine
arrows also went abroad.  The
voice of thy thunder was in the heaven:
the lightnings lightened the world: 

the earth trembled and shook.  Thy
way is in the sea, and thy path in
the great waters, and thy footsteps are
not known.  Thou leddest thy people like
a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.

Psalm 77