O God, My God! Why, in This Hour

O God

My God! why

in this hour

Of ang­uish and des­pair

Hast Thou with­drawn Thy sav­ing pow­er

Unmindful of My pray­er?

Thus

lin­ger­ing on the ac­curs­èd tree

Our suf­fer­ing Lord com­plained

When He

our cap­tive souls to free

The guilt of man sus­tained.

O won­drous love! con­tent to meet

For us

re­proach and scorn;

For us

His sac­red hands and feet

With cru­el nails were torn.

For us He bowed His soul to death

That we through Him might live;

For us He cried with lat­est breath

Fa­ther

their sins for­give.

O God

our God

Thou

in the hour

Of ang­uish and des­pair

Wilt nev­er with­draw Thy sav­ing pow­er

Unmindful of that pray­er.