December 31, 1925 – January 10, 2021
I cry aloud to God, aloud to God, that he may hear me. In the day of my trouble I seek the Lord; my hand is stretched out in the night, and does not rest; my soul refuses to be comforted. I remember God, and I moan; I meditate and my spirit faints. Selah. You hold my eyelids from closing; I am so troubled that I cannot speak. I consider the days of old, the years of ancient times. I remember my melody in the night; I talk with my heart; and my spirit searches. Will the Lord cast off for ever? And will he be favorable no more? Has his loving kindness ceased for ever? Does his promise fail for evermore? Has God forgotten to be gracious? Has he in anger shut up his tender mercies? Selah. And I said, It is my sickness that the right hand of the Most High has changed. I will remember the works of the Lord; surely I will remember Your wonders of old. And I will meditate on all Your work, and muse on Your deeds. Your way, O God, is holy. Who is so great a God as our God? You are the God that does wonders; You have declared Your strength among the people. With Your arm You have redeemed Your people, the sons of Jacob and Joseph. Selah. The waters saw You, O God, the waters saw You; they were afraid; the depths also trembled. The clouds poured out water; the skies sent out a sound; Your arrows flashed on every side. The voice of Your thunder was in the whirlwind; the lightnings lightened the world; the earth trembled and shook. Your way was through the sea, and Your path through the great waters; and Your footsteps were not known. You led Your people like a flock by the hand of Moses and Aaron.