1 Now let our mournful songs record
The sorrows of our dying Lord,
When he complained in tears and blood,
As one forsaken by his God.
2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
And shook their heads and laughed in scorn;
He rescued others from the grave,
Now let him try himself to save.
3 This is the man who did pretend
God was his Father and his friend;
If God the blessed loved him so,
Why does he fail his help to show?
4 O savage people! cruel priests!
How they stood round like raging beasts!
Like lions gaping to devour,
When God had left him in their power!
5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet,
Till streams of blood each other meet;
By lot his garments they divide,
And mock the pangs in which he died.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #181
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|The Cyber Hymnal #4632||Now Let Our Mournful Songs Record||Now let our mournful songs record||ANGELUS||Isaac Watts||LM||<cite>The Psalms of David</cite>, 1719|