I cried to God, and through the night my hand Reached out without relief or rest. My soul refused the comfort set before it; I remembered God and still was overwhelmed. Will the Lord reject forever? Has His mercy ceased to flow? Has His promise failed through generations? Has compassion closed its door? Then I said, "This grief has made me wounded, But I will remember years of Your right hand." I will speak of wonders from the ages, Meditate on all Your works again. The waters saw You, God, and shook before You. Thunder rolled and lightning crossed the sky. Your path went through the sea without a footprint; Through Moses and Aaron You led Your flock.