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Praise ye the Lord, who do him fear
Hymnal: The Presbyterian Book of Praise #P13 (1915) Scripture: Psalm 22
Praise ye the Lord, who do him fear
My God! my God! why leav'st thou me
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #22 (1789) Scripture: Psalm 22 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.
Languages: English
My God! my God! why leav'st thou me
My God, my God, wherefore hast thou
Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #34 (1752) Scripture: Psalm 22 Lyrics: 1. My God, my God, wherefore hast thou
Forsaken me? O why
So far from helping me, and deaf
To all my mournful Cry?
2. O thou my God, I cry all Day,
But thou hast no Regard;
I am not silent in the Night,
And yet I am not heard.
3. But thou art holy, O thou God,
Who do'st great Pleasure take
To dwell, where thankful Isr'el praise,
And sacred Off'rings make.
4. On Thee, our Fathers firm rely'd;
And did Deliv'rance gain.
5. To Thee, they cry'd, and still were sav'd;
Their Trust was not in vain.
6. But I, a Worm, and not a Man,
So vilely am I priz'd;
Reproach'd by Men of greatest Name,
By vulgar ones despis'd.
7. The gazing Crowd laugh me to scorn,
Their Scoffs upon me play:
They gape, and mock, and shake their Heads,
And thus deriding say:
8. "He vainly trusted in the Lord,
"That he would take his Part;
"Now let him save him, if he be
"The Darling of his Heart.
9. Thou took'st me from my Mother's Womb,
Making my Birth thy Care;
When on my Mother's Breast I hung.
Thou did'st support me there.
10. Upon thine Arms my Cares were cast,
When mine first spread abroad;
Thou, from my Infant-Days, hast been
My Guardian, and my God.
Second Part
11. Forsake me not, when Trouble's near;
For none to help is found.
12. Many strong Bulls, of Bashan's Breed,
About beset me round.
13. With open Mouth they hideous roar,
As Lyons for their Prey.
14. My Blood is spilt, my Joints are rackt,
My Heart dissolves away.
I5. My Strength, like Potter's Earth, is dry'd,
My Tongue cleaves to my Jaws;
Down to the Dust of Death, my Life,
By thy sore Chast'ning, draws.
16. Fierce Dogs have compass'd me about,
Base Crowds around me meet;
With unrelenting furious Rage,
They pierce my Hands, and Feet.
17. My starting Bones, may all be told;
They staring me review.
18. My Robes they parted, as a Prey,
Lots for my Vesture threw.
19. O Lord, my Strength, forsake me not;
But hast to succour me.
20. My Soul from Sword, my Darling from
The Pow'r of Dogs set free.
21. From the fierce Lyon's cruel Jaws
Deliv'rance to me send;
And from the Horns of th' Unicorn,
O hear, and me defend.
22. Then, to my Brethren, I'll declare
The Glories of thy Name;
Amid'st the Congregation great,
I will thy Praise proclaim.
Third Part
23. Ye Worshipers of God, him praise,
From Jacob who proceed;
Him glorify, and reverence him,
O all ye Isr'el's Seed.
24. For he hath not despis'd, nor turn'd
From the afflicted's Grief,
Nor hid his Face from him; but heard
His Cries, and sent Relief.
25. I'll shout thy Praise, when e'er the great
Assembly meets to pray;
Before his Saints, that fear his Name,
The Vows I've made, I'll pay.
26. The Poor shall eat, and be suffic'd,
And Thanks to God shall give :
They that uprightly seek him shall
In Joys immortal, live.
27. Earth's distant Ends shall recollect,
And turn unto the Lord;
All Kindreds of the Nations shall,
To worship Thee, accord.
28. For universal Monarchy,
To God alone, pertains;
He sov'rain Ruler, uncontrol'd.
O'er all the Nations reigns.
29. The Rich shall eat, and him adore;
And who in Dust ly low.
Who cannot keep alive his Soul,
Before his Face shall bow.
30. Then shall a chosen Seed him serve;
Which God for his will own,
31. To Men unborn, his Truth, he'll shew,
And Wonders he hath done.
Languages: English
My God, my God, wherefore hast thou
Psalm 22: My God, My God
Author: Tim Manion, b. 1951 Hymnal: Glory and Praise (3rd. ed.) #122 (2015) Scripture: Psalm 22:17-20 First Line: All who see me laugh at me Refrain First Line: My God, my God Topics: Cross; Lament; Loneliness; Suffering; Holy Week Common Psalm; Holy Week Palm Sunday of the Passionof the Lord; Service Music for Mass Responsorial Psalm; Sunday Celebrations in the Absence of a Priest Responsorial Psalm; The Liturgical Year Palm Sunday of teh Passion of the Lord Languages: English Tune Title: [All who see me laugh at me]
Psalm 22: My God, My God
Angeles, alzad el canto
Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Celebremos Su Gloria #122 (1992) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Scripture: Psalm 22:23-28 First Line: Ángeles, alzad el canto Refrain First Line: Adoremos, adoremos al recién nacido Rey Lyrics: 1 Ángeles, alzad el canto,
la noticia celebrad;
Proclamad al mundo entero
nuevas de consuelo y paz.
Coro:
Adoremos, adoremos
al recién nacido Rey.
2 Oh, pastores que oísteis
el gran coro celestial,
El mensaje tan sublime
por doquiera anunciad. [Coro]
3 Sabios, contemplad con gozo
de la estrella el fulgor,
Ese astro portentoso
que os guía al Salvador. [Coro]
4 Fieles, todos adoradle
con humilde gratitud;
Todo honor y homenaje
tributad al Rey Jesús. [Coro] Topics: Advenimiento; Advent Languages: Spanish Tune Title: REGENT SQUARE
Angeles, alzad el canto
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Hymnal: The Hymnary of the United Church of Canada #697 (1930) Scripture: Psalm 22 Topics: Prose Psalms Languages: English Tune Title: [My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?] CAMIDGE
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?
Psalm 22: My God, My God
Author: Tim Manion Hymnal: Breaking Bread (Vol. 39) #740 (2019) Scripture: Psalm 22:17-20 First Line: All who see me laugh at me Refrain First Line: My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? Topics: Psalms and Canticles Languages: English Tune Title: [My God, my God, why have you abandoned me]
Psalm 22: My God, My God
Prayer, for the Gentiles
Hymnal: Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #CCXC (1792) Meter: Irregular Scripture: Psalm 22:27-28 First Line: Saviour King, assume thy pow'r Lyrics: 1 Saviour King, assume thy pow'r,
Thou that art the conqueror;
Lead thy promis'd glory on,
Bring the nations to thy throne.
2 Japhet's isles do bless thy name,
Let the west thy worth proclaim;
Wash the Ethiopian clean:
In the east, new signs be seen.
3 Great the band of those be found,
Who proclaim the joyful sond;
Let it to thy Israel come,
Let is bring the wand'rers home.
4 To the brightness of thy face,
Fly in troops the suppliant race;
Princes shall adorn the train,
Monarchs bow, and bless thy reign.
5 When like light'ning thro' the skies,
Will thy latter glory rise?
When shall we behold thy pow'r?
When salut th' accomplish'd hour?
6 Quickly, Lord, thy triumphs bring,
Tongues and kindred wait to sing:
Then shall all the chosen race
Shout aloud, redeeming grace. Hallelujah. Topics: Solemn Prayers, offered up for Jew, Gentile, and the Fulness of the Lost in Adam Languages: English
Prayer, for the Gentiles
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