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Now from the roaring lion's rage
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XXII.II (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 22:13-18 Lyrics: 13 "Now from the roaring lion’s rage,
"O Lord, protect thy Son,
"Nor leave thy darling to engage
"The powers of hell alone."
14 Thus did our suff'ring Saviour pray
With mighty cries and tears,
God heard him in the dreadful day,
And chased away his fears.
15 Great was the vict'ry of his death,
His throne exalted high;
And all the kindreds of the earth
Shall worship or shall die.
16 A num'rous offspring must arise
From his expiring groans;
They shall be reckon'd in his eyes
For daughters and for sons.
17 The meek and humble souls shall see
His table richly spread;
And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.
18 The isles shall know the righteousness
Of our incarnate God,
And nations yet unborn profess
Salvation in his blood. Topics: Christ's Sufferings and Exaltation Languages: English
Now from the roaring lion's rage
I Sing a Song of the Saints of God
Author: Lesbia Scott Hymnal: Glory to God #730 (2013) Meter: Irregular Scripture: Psalm 22:4-5 Lyrics: 1 I sing a song of the saints of God,
patient and brave and true,
who toiled and fought and lived and died
for the Lord they loved and knew.
And one was a doctor, and one was a queen,
and one was a shepherdess on the green:
they were all of them saints of God, and I mean,
God helping, to be one too.
2 They loved their Lord so dear, so dear,
and God’s love made them strong;
and they followed the right, for Jesus’ sake,
the whole of their good lives long.
And one was a soldier, and one was a priest,
and one was slain by a fierce wild beast:
and there’s not any reason, no, not the least,
why I shouldn’t be one too.
3 They lived not only in ages past;
there are hundreds of thousands still;
the world is bright with the joyous saints
who love to do Jesus’ will.
You can meet them in school, or in lanes, or at sea,
in church, or in trains, or in shops, or at tea;
for the saints of God are just folk like me,
and I mean to be one too.
Topics: Children; Christian Year All Saints; Community in Christ; Discipleship and Mission; Living in Christ Languages: English Tune Title: GRAND ISLE
I Sing a Song of the Saints of God
Christ on the Cross
Author: Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns and Spiritual Songs #32 (1875) Scripture: Psalm 22 First Line: Now, in the hour of deep distress Topics: Atonement Completed; Christ Sufferings Tune Title: HURLBUT
Christ on the Cross
Cheer Thee
Hymnal: Crowning Glory No. 1 #48 (1890) Scripture: Psalm 22:11 First Line: God is near thee Lyrics: 1 God is near thee,
Therefore cheer thee,
Sad soul, sad soul;
He'll defend thee,
When around thee
Billows roll, billows roll.
2 Calm thy sadness,
Look in gladness,
On high, on high;
Faint and weary
Pilgrim cheer thee,
Help is nigh, help is nigh.
3 Mark the seabird
Wildly wheeling,
Thro' skies, thro' skies;
God defends him,
God attends him
When he cries, when he cries.
4 Therefore cheer thee,
God is near thee,
Sad soul, sad soul;
In thy blindness,
Trust his kindness,
When storms roll o'er thy soul. Languages: English Tune Title: [God is near thee]
Cheer Thee
Psalm 22 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.50 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics:
Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliv'rance found;
But I'm a worm, despised of men,
And trodden to the ground.
Shaking the head, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
"In vain he trusts in God," they cry,.
"Neglected and forlorn."
But thou art he who formed my flesh
By thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.
Why will my Father hide his face,
When foes stand threat'ning round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found?
Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
From earth and hell my sorrows meet
To multiply the smart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.
Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heav'nly Father bruise
The Son he loves so well?
My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand has brought me down
Low as the dust of death.
Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command.
Topics: Christ his sufferings and kingdom; Exaltation of Christ to the kingdom; Gentiles given to Christ; Sufferings and kingdom of Christ; Christ his death and resurrection; Death and sufferings of Christ; Sufferings and death of Christ Languages: English
Psalm 22 Part 1
Why has my God my soul forsook
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XXII.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Scripture: Psalm 22:1-12 Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliv'rance found;
But I’m a worm despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4 With shaking head they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
Neglected and forlorn.
5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast
My hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my Father hide his face,
When foes stand threat'ning round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found?
7 Behold Thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
By foes encompass'd fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet,
To multiply the smart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.
9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heav’nly Father bruise
The son he loves so well?
10 My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand has brought me down
Low as the dust of death.
12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command. Topics: The Sufferings and Death of Christ Languages: English
Why has my God my soul forsook
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XXIIa (1780) Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 "Why has my GOD my soul forsook,
"Nor will a smile afford?"
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying LORD.)
2 Tho' ’tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliv'rance found;
But I’m a worm, despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4 With shaking heads, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
"In vain he trusts in God they cry,
"Neglected and forlorn."
5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the LORD.
6 Why will my father hide his face
When foes stand threat'ning round,
In the dark hour of deep distress?
And not an helper found.
Pause.
7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
As bulls of Bashan fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet
To multiply the smart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.
9 Yet if thy sov'reign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heav’nly father bruise
The son he loves so well?
10 My GOD if possible it be,
Withold this bitter cup
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown;
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand has brought me down
Low as the dust of death.
12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command. Languages: English
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
The Sufferings and Death of CHRIST
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XXIIa (1785) Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliverance found;
But I’m a worm, despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4 With shaking heads, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
"In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
"Neglected and forlorn."
5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my father hide his face
When foes stand threatening round
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not an helper found?
Pause.
7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
By foes encompass'd fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet,
To multiply the smart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.
9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heav’nly father bruise
The son he loves so well?
10 My God, if possible it be,
With-hold this bitter cup;
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand has brought me down,
Low as the dust of death.
12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command. Languages: English
The Sufferings and Death of CHRIST
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
Hymnal: Psalms #22a (1793) Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliv'rance found;
But I’m a worm despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4 With shaking head they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn:
"In vain he trusts in God," they cry,
"Neglected and forlorn."
5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast
My hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my father hide his face
When foes stand threat'ning round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not an helper found?
Pause.
7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
By foes encompass'd fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet,
To multiply the smart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.
9 Yet if thy sov'reign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heav'nly Father bruise
The son he loves so well?
10 My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup;
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
11 My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,
In groans I waste my breath;
Thy heavy hand has brought me down,
Low as the dust of death.
12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command. Languages: English
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
Why has my God my Soul forsook
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P22a (1766) Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my Soul forsook,
Nor will a Smile afford?
(Thus David once in Anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though 'tis thy chief Delight to dwell
Among thy praising Saints,
Yet thou canst hear a Groan as well,
And pity our Complaints.
3 Our Fathers trusted in thy Name,
And great Deliv'rance found;
But I'm a Worm despis'd of Men,
And trodden to the Ground.
4 Shaking the Head they pass me by,
And laugh my Soul to Scorn;
"In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
"Neglected and forlorn."
5 But thou art He who form'd my Flesh,
By thine Almighty Word,
And since I hung upon the Breast,
My Hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my Father hide his Face
When Foes stand threat'ning round
In the dark Hour of deep Distress,
And not an Helper found?
Pause.
7 Behold thy Darling left among
The Cruel and the Proud,
As Bulls of Bashan fierce and strong,
As Lions roaring loud.
8 From Earth and Hell my Sorrows meet
To multiply the Smart;
They nail my Hands, they pierce my Feet,
And try to vex my Heart.
9 Yet if thy Sov'reign Hand let loose
The Rage of Earth and Hell,
Why will my heav'nly Father bruise
The Son he loves so well?
10 My GOD, if possible it be,
With-hold this bitter Cup:
But I resign my Will to Thee,
And drink the Sorrows up.
11 My Heart dissolves with Pangs unknown,
In Groans I waste my Breath;
Thy heavy Hand has brought me down
Low as the Dust of Death.
12 Father, I give my Spirit up,
And trust it in thy Hand;
My dying Flesh shall rest in Hope,
And rise at thy Command. Topics: Christ his death and resurrection; Christ his sufferings and kingdom; Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom; Gentiles given to Christ Languages: English
Why has my God my Soul forsook
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