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 dost great pleasure take
To dwell, where thankful Israel praise,
And sacred offerings make.
4. On Thee, our fathers firm relied;
And did deliverance gain.
5. To Thee, they cried, and still were saved;
Their trust was not in vain.
6. But I, a worm, and not a man,
So vilely am I prized;
Reproached by men of greatest name,
By vulgar ones despised.
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 didst 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.
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 lions for their prey.
14. My blood is spilled, my joints are racked,
My heart dissolves away.
I5. My strength, like potter's earth, is dried,
My tongue cleaves to my jaws;
Down to the dust of death, my life,
By thy sore chastening, draws.
16. Fierce dogs have compassed 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 haste to succor me.
20. My soul from sword, my darling from
The power of dogs set free.
21. From the fierce lion's cruel jaws
Deliverance to me send;
And from the horns of the unicorn,
O hear, and me defend.
22. Then, to my brethren, I'll declare
The glories of thy name;
Amidst the congregation great,
I will thy praise proclaim.
23. Ye worshipers of God, him praise,
From Jacob who proceed;
Him glorify, and reverence him,
O all ye Israel's seed.
24. For he hath not despised, nor turned
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 sufficed,
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 sovereign ruler, uncontrolled.
O'er all the nations reigns.
29. The Rich shall eat, and him adore;
And who in dust lie 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 show,
And wonders he hath done.
John Barnard, born in Boston, Nov. 6, 1681; in 1752 made a version of psalms with the music; settled at Marblehead; introduced new music ther; died Jan 14, 1770, aged 89.
A Dictionary of Musical Information by John W. Moore, Boston: Oliver, Ditson & Company, 1876
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