My God, My God, I Cry to Thee

My God

my God

I cry to Thee

O why hast Thou for­sak­en me?

Afar from me

Thou dost not heed

Though day and night for help I plead.

But Thou art ho­ly in Thy ways.

Enthroned upon Thy peo­ple’s praise

Our fa­thers put their trust in Thee

Believed

and Thou didst set them free.

They cried

and

trust­ing in Thy name

Were saved

and were not put to shame;

But in the dust my hon­or lies

While all re­proach and all des­pise.

My words a cause for scorn they make

The lip they curl

the head they shake.

And

mock­ing

bid me trust the Lord

Till He sal­va­tion shall af­ford.

My trust on Thee I learned to rest

When I was on my mo­ther’s breast

From birth my life has ev­er known

Thy care: Thou art my God alone.

O let Thy strength and pres­ence cheer

For trou­ble and dis­tress are near;

Be Thou not far away from me

For I have none to help but Thee.

Unnumbered foes would do me wrong;

They press about me

fierce and strong;

Like beasts of prey their rage they vent;

My cour­age fails

my strength is spent.

Down un­to death Thou lead­est me

Consumed by thirst and ago­ny;

With cru­el hate and an­ger fierce

My help­less hands and feet they pierce.

While on my wast­ed form they stare

The gar­ments torn from me they share

My shame and sor­row heed­ing not

And for my robe they cast the lot.

O Lord

afar no long­er stay;

Thou my help­er

haste

I pray;

From death and ev­il set me free.

I live! for Thou didst an­swer me.

I live and will de­clare Thy fame

Where breth­ren ga­ther in Thy name;

Where all Thy faith­ful peo­ple meet

I will Thy wor­thy praise re­peat.

All ye that fear Je­ho­vah’s name

His glo­ry tell

His praise pro­claim;

Ye child­ren of His chos­en race

Stand ye in awe be­fore His face.

The suf­fer­ing one He has not spurned

Who un­to Him for suc­cor turned;

From him He has not hid His face

But an­swered his re­quest in grace.

Lord

Thy good­ness makes me raise

Amid Thy peo­ple songs of praise

Before all them that fear Thee

now

I wor­ship Thee and pay my vow.

For all the meek Thou wilt pro­vide

They shall be fed and sa­tis­fied;

All they that seek the Lord shall live

And nev­er-end­ing prais­es give.

The ends of all the earth shall hear

And turn un­to the Lord in fear

All kin­dreds of the earth shall own

And wor­ship Him as God alone.

For His the king­dom

His of right

He rules the na­tions by His might;

All earth to Him her hom­age brings

The Lord of lords

the King of kings.

Both rich and poor

both bond and free

Shall wor­ship Him with bend­ed knee

And child­ren’s child­ren shall pro­claim

The glo­ri­ous hon­or of His name.

The Lord’s un­fail­ing right­eous­ness

All ge­ne­ra­tions shall con­fess;

From age to age shall men be taught

What won­drous works the Lord has wrought.