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My GOD! my GOD! why leav'st thou me
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XXII (1767) Lyrics: 1 My GOD! my GOD! why leavst thou me,
When I with Anguish call on thee?
Why dost thou me neglect,
And my loud Pray'r reject?
All Day, but all the day in vain,
To thee, O LORD, do I complain:
All Night have I implor'd
Thy Help to me restor'd.
3 Yet thou, O LORD, art ever just,
Relieving those, who in thee trust;
Therefore shalt Israel raise
To thee, continual Praise:
On Thee our Ancestors rely'd,
And in thy Strength their Foes defy'd;
To thee their Pray'rs address'd,
And with Success were bless'd.
of Innocence oppress'd;
3 Thy sure Deliv'rance, LORD, they found,
When Dangers gather'd thickest round;
Thine Ears their Cries receiv'd,
And they were soon reliev'd;
But I, like none of human Birth,
Am made the scoffing Rabble's Mirth;
Ev'n like a Reptile base,
They hold me in Disgrace.
Part II
4 My Agonies, the gazing Crowd,
Survey with Scorn and Laughter loud,
They mock whilst I complain,
And thus my Woes disdain:
"He boasted, he was Heav'n's Delight,
"Let GOD relieve his Favourite;
"Let him Assistance send,
"His Servant to defend.
5 But thou didst from my Mother's Womb,
Make me a living Offspring come;
Thy Care thou didst extend,
Me helpless to defend:
My Youth thou didst from Danger shield,
And Guardian-like Protection yield;
In thee I will confide,
For thou wert still my Guide.
6 Withdraw not then, O GOD, Most high!
Thy Aid, when Trouble is so nigh:
Do thou that Help extend,
On which I still depend.
High-pamper'd Bulls, a frowning Throng,
From Basan's Forest, fierce and strong,
Prepare with growing Rage,
Against me to engage.
7 They gape on me, and to my Fears,
Each Mouth, a yawning Grave appears;
Wide open to devour
My Soul, when in their Pow'r:
The desart Lion's savage Roar,
Could not increase my Horrors more.
In Compact close combin'd,
They have my Fall design'd.
Part III
8 My Joints are rack'd, and out of Frame;
My Heart like Wax before the Flame.
Within my Bosom glows;
My Blood like Water flows:
My Strength is parch'd' like Potter's Clay,
My fault'ring Tongue forgets to play;
My Soul all Hope resigns,
And to the Grave declines.
9 Like Blood-hounds, they assembled round,
My harmless Hands and Feet they wound;
And through my constant Pain,
I languish and complain;
That all my Bones may well be told;
Yet this as Pastime they behold.
And still their Pleasure shew,
At each Increase of Woe.
10 As Spoil, my Garments they divide:
By Lots their Portions they decide;
Therefore thy Arm extend,
And kind Protection send.
From their sharp Sword defend thou me,
And let my Life from Danger free;
Nor leave my Soul o'erpower'd,
By Dogs to be devour'd.
11 To me, O GOD! Assistance send,
My Life from Lions fierce defend;
As once thy Strength prevail'd,
When Unicorns assail'd,
Then to my Brethren I'll proclaim
The Triumphs of thy holy Name;
And to the Saints repair,
Thy Glory to declare.
12 "Praise ye the LORD in Songs divine,
"Ye num'rous Race of Israel's Line;
"To him with Fervour pray,
"And low Obeisance pay:
"His People he hath ne'er disdain'd,
"Or turn'd his Face when they complain'd;
"But to their humble Pray'r,
"Doth lend a gracious Ear.
13 Thus in thy Courts, thy Name I'll bless,
And in loud Songs my Thanks express;
And to thy Saints declare,
Thy providential Care.
The meek Companions of my Grief,
Shall at my Table find Relief;
And all who seek thy Face,
Shall find refreshing Grace.
14 Then shall the World their Homage pay,
To GOD, and his Commands obey;
His Pow'r they shall confess,
And Pray'rs to him address.
From Kings Submission to receive,
In his supreme Prerogative,
Who doth the Worlds sustain;
And over all Things reign.
15 The Rich his Bounty must confess,
The Poor their gen'rous Patron bless;
To him they all resort,
For Succour and Support:
Then shall a Race exalt his Name,
And to their Heirs his Truth proclaim,
"Till Heav'n and Earth combin'd,
Are all to GOD resign'd.
Topics: Prayers When surrounded by Enemies; Prophecies Of Jesus Christ, concerning his Humiliation and Exultation Scripture: Psalm 22 Languages: English Tune Title: [My God! my God! why leav'st thou me]
My GOD! my GOD! why leav'st thou me
My God! my God! why leav'st thou me
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #22 (1789) Lyrics: 1 My GOD! my GOD! why leav'st thou me,
When I in anguish call on thee?
Why dost thou me neglect,
And my loud pray'r reject?
All day, but all the day in vain,
To thee, O Lord, do I complain;
All bight have I implor'd
Thy help to me restor'd.
2 Yet thou, O Lord, art ever just,
Relieving those, who in thee trust;
Therefore shalt Israel raise
To thee, continual praise:
On thee our ancestors rely'd,
And in thy strength their foes defy'd;
To thee their pray'rs address'd,
And with success were bless'd.
3 Thy sure deliv'rance, Lord, they found,
When dangers gather'd thickest round;
Thine ear their cries receiv'd,
And they were soon reliev'd;
But I, like none of human birth,
Am made the scoffing rabble's mirth;
Ev'n like a reptile base,
They hold me in disgrace.
Part II.
4 My agonies, the gazing crow'd,
Survey with scorn and laughter loud;
They mock whilst I complain,
And thus my woes disdain:
"He boasted, he was Heav'n's delight,
"Let God relieve his favorite;
"Let him assistance send,
"His servant to defend.
5 But thou didst from my mother's womb,
Make me a living offspring come;
Thy care thou didst extend,
Me helpless to defend:
My youth thou didst from dangers shield,
And guardian-like protection yield;
In thee I will confide,
For thou art still my guide.
6 Withdraw not then, O God, Most High!
Thy aid when trouble is so nigh:
Do thou that help extend,
On which I still depend.
High pampered bulls, a frowning throng,
From Basan's forest, fierce and strong,
Prepare with growing rage,
Against me to engage.
7 They gape on me, and to my fears,
Each mouth a yawning grave appears;
Wide open to devour
My woul, when in their pow'r:
The desart lion's savage roar,
Could not increase my horrors more.
In compact close combin'd,
They have my fall design'd.
Part III.
8 My joints are rack'd, and out of frame;
My heart like wax before the flame.
Within my bosom glows;
My blood like water flows:
My strength is parch'd' like potter's clay,
My fault'ring tongue forgets to play;
My soul all hope resigns,
And to the grave declines.
9 Like blood-hounds, they assembled round,
My harmless hands and feet they wound;
And through my constant pain,
I languish and complain;
That all my bones may well be told;
Yet this as pastime they behold,
And still their pleasure shew,
At each increase of woe.
10 As spoil, my garments they divide:
By lots their portions they decide;
Therefore thy arm extend,
And kind protection send.
From their sharp sword defend thou me,
And let my life from danger free;
Nor leave my soul o'erpower'd,
By dogs to be devour'd.
11 To me, O God! assistance send,
My life from lions fierce defend;
As once thy strength prevail'd,
When unicorns assail'd,
Then to my brethren I'll proclaim
The triumphs of thy holy name;
And to the Ssaints repair,
Thy glory to declare.
12 "Praise ye the Lord in songs divine,
"Ye num'rous race of Isr'el's line;
"To him with fervour pray,
"And low obeisance pay:
"His people he hath ne'er disdain'd,
"Or turn'd his face when they complain'd;
"But to their humble pray'r,
"Doth lend a gracious ear."
Part IV.
13 Thus in thy courts, thy name I'll bless,
And in loud songs my thanks express;
And to thy saints declare,
Thy providential care.
The meek companions of my grief,
Shall at my table find relief;
And all who seek thy face,
Shall find refreshing grace.
14 Then shall the world their homage pay,
To God, and his commands obey;
His pow'r they shall confess,
And pray'rs to him address.
From kings submission to receive,
In his supreme prerogative,
Who doth the worlds sustain;
And over all things reign.
15 The rich his bounty must confess,
The poor their gen'rous patron bless;
To him they all resort,
For succour and support:
Then shall a race exalt his name,
And to their heirs his truth proclaim,
'Till heav'n and earth combin'd,
Are all to God resign'd.
Scripture: Psalm 22 Languages: English
My God! my God! why leav'st thou me
