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My God, my God, O why hast Thou

My God, my God, O why hast Thou

Tune: PASSION
Published in 3 hymnals

Representative Text

1 My God, my God, O why hast Thou
In my distress forsaken me?
O why so far from giving help,
And from my agonizing plea?
By day, my God, I cry in vain,
By night, yet no relief I gain.

2 Reproached of men, by all despised,
A worm and not a man am I;
All they that see me laugh in scorn,
They nod, shoot out the lip, and cry,
"He trusts the Lord, let Him defend
And save him since He is his friend."

3 Thou gavest life, Thou mad'st me trust
When I was on my mother's breast;
From birth dependent on Thy care,
Thou art my God, in Thee I rest.
Be not far off, for grief is nigh;
There's none om whom I can rely.

4 My life like water is poured out;
My bones all out of joint do part;
And like a shard my strength is dried;
Like wax so melted is my heart;
My tongue and jaws together cling,
And Thou to death my soul dost bring.

5 Like dogs the wicked close me in,
Yea, they have pierced my hands and feet,
And I may number all my bones;
They look and stare who round me meet;
My garments 'mong them they divide,
And on my robe by lot decide.

Source: The New Christian Hymnal #72

Text Information

First Line: My God, my God, O why hast Thou
Meter: 8.8.8.8.8.8
Language: English

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The New Christian Hymnal #72

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