LYRICS
| Meter: | 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
| | Writer(s): | Nicholas Brady & Nahum Tate
| | Transl/Adapt: |
| | Dates: | 1821
| | Bible Refs: | Ps 22:1-8
| A New Version of the Psalms of David
| 1821
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| 1. My God, my God, why leav'st thou me
when I with anguish faint?
O why so far from me removed,
and from my loud complaint?
2. All day, but all the day unheard,
to thee do I complain;
With cries implore relief all night,
but cry all night in vain.
3. Yet thou art still the righteous judge
of innocence oppressed;
And therefore Israel's praises are
of right to thee addressed.
4. On thee our ancestors relied,
and thy deliv'rance found;
With pious confidence they prayed,
and with success were crowned.
5. But I am treated like a worm,
like none of human birth;
Not only by the great reviled,
but made the rabble's mirth.
6. With laughter all the gazing crowd
my agonies survey;
They shoot the lip, they shake the head,
and thus deriding say:
7. "In God he trusted, boasting oft
that he was Heav'n's delight;
"Let God come down to save him now,
and own his favorite."
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