Psalms 41:4

• [Psa 41:4] Before Thee, God, Who Knowest All

  Before Thee, God, who knowest all, With grief and shame I prostrate fall, I see my sins against Thee, Lord, The sins of thought, of deed, and word. They press me sore; I cry to Thee: O God, be merciful to me! O Lord, my God, to Thee I pray: O cast me not in wrath away! Let Thy good Spirit ne’er depart, But let Him draw to Thee my heart That truly penitent I be: O God, be merciful to me! O Jesus, let Thy precious blood Be to my soul a cleansing flood. Turn not, O Lord, Thy guest away, But grant that justified I may Go to my house at peace with Thee: O God, be merciful to me!

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 77:3

• [Psa 77:3] To God Will I Direct My Prayer

  To God will I direct my prayer, And He will make my needs His care; I trust Him still, though in my grief No answer yet has brought relief; With hands outstretched through all the night, Uncomforted I sought for light. 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. 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? 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? These doubts and fears that troubled me Were born of my infirmity; Though 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.

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  source: Cyberhymnal