Why has my God my soul for-sook,
Nor will a smile af-ford?
Thus Da-vid once in an-guish spoke,
And thus our dy-ing Lord.
Our fa-thers trust-ed in Thy name,
And great de-liv-erance found;
But I'm a worm, de-spised of men,
And trod-den to the ground.
Shak-ing the head they pass Me by,
And laugh My soul to scorn;
In vain He trusts in God, they cry,
Ne-glect-ed and for-lorn.
Why will My Fa-ther hide His face,
When foes stand threat-ening round,
In the dark hour of deep dis-tress,
And not a help-er found?
Be-hold Thy dear One left a-mong
The cru-el and the proud,
As bulls of Ba-shan fierce and strong,
As li-ons roar-ing loud.
From earth and hell my sor-rows meet
To mul-ti-ply the smart;
They nail My hands, they pierce My feet,
And try to vex My heart.
Yet if Thy sov-ereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will My heaven-ly Fa-ther bruise
The Son He loves so well?
My God, if pos-si-ble it be,
With-hold this bit-ter cup;
But I re-sign My will to Thee,
And drink the sor-rows up.
My heart dis-solves with pangs un-known,
In groans I waste My breath;
Thy hea-vy hand has brought Me down
Low as the dust of death.
Fa-ther, I give My spir-it up,
And trust it in Thy hand;
My dy-ing flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at Thy com-mand.
Great was the vic-tory of His death,
His throne ex-alt-ed high;
And all the kin-dreds of the earth
Shall wor-ship or shall die.
The meek and hum-ble souls shall see
His ta-ble rich-ly spread;
And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys im-mor-tal fed.
*Music: Composed 1998 by Mitch Cervinka. Donated to the Public Domain for the unrestricted use of Christ's church.