Psalms 22:1

• [Psa 22:1] 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 mine 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 Thou art my God alone, Thy care my life has ever known. O let Thy strength and presence cheer, For trouble and distress are near; Be Thou not far away from Me, I have no source of 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; O 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.

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• [Psa 22:1] Now Let Our Mournful Songs Record

  Now let our mournful songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord, When He complained in tears and blood, As one forsaken of his God. The Jews beheld Him thus forlorn, And shake their heads, and laugh in scorn: “He rescued others from the grave; Now let him try himself to save. “This is the man did once pretend God was his Father and his Friend; If God the blessèd loved him so, Why doth He fail to help him now?” Barbarous people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left Him in their power. 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. But God, the Father, heard His cry; Raised from the dead, He reigns on high; The nations learn His righteousness, And humble sinners taste His grace.

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• [Psa 22:1] O God, My God, Wherefore Dost Thou

  O God, my God, wherefore dost Thou Forsake me utterly? And helpest not when I do make My great complaint and cry? To Thee, my God, e’en all day long I do both cry and call; I cease not all the night, and yet Thou hearest not at all. But Thou that in Thy holy place For evermore dost dwell; Thou art the joy, the comfort, and Glory of Israel: And Him in Whom our fathers old Had all their hope and stay; Who, when they put their trust in Thee, Delivered’st them alway. They were preservèd ever when They called upon Thy Name; And for the faith they had in Thee, They were not put to shame. But I am now become more like A worm than to a man, An outcast, whom the people scorn With all the spite they can. All men despise as they behold Me walking on the way: They grin, make mouths, and nod their heads, And on this wise do say. This man did glory in the Lord, His favor and His love: Let Him redeem and help him now, His pow’r if he will prove. But from the prison of the womb I was by Thee released; Thou didst preserve me still in hope, Whilst I did suck the breast: I was committed from my birth With Thee to have abode; Since I came from my mother’s womb, Thou hast been still my God. Then, Lord, depart not now from me In this my present grief, Since I have none to be my help, My succor and relief. For many bulls do compass me, That be full strong of head; Yea, bulls so fat, as though they had In Basan field been fed. They gape upon me greedily, As though they would me slay; Much like a lion roaring out, And ramping for his prey. But I drop down like water shed, My joints in sunder break, My heart doth in my body melt Like wax, I am so weak. My strength doth like a potsherd dry, My tongue it cleaveth fast Unto my jaws, and I am brought To dust of death at last. For many dogs do compass me, In council they do meet, Conspiring still against my life, Piercing my hands and feet. I was tormented so that I Might all my bones have told, Whilst they do look and stare at me, When they do me behold. My garments they divided have In parts among them all; And for my coat they did cast lots To whom it should befall. Therefore, I pray Thee, be not far From me at my great need, But rather, since Thou art my strength, To help me, Lord, make speed: And from the sword save Thou my soul By Thy might and Thy pow’r, And ever keep my darling dear From dogs that would devour; And from the lion’s mouth that would Me all in sunder tear; From ’midst the horns of unicorns, O Lord, Thou didst me hear. When shall I to my brethren all Thy Majesty record, And in Thy church shall praise the Name Of Thee the living Lord. All ye that fear Him, praise the Lord, Thou, Jacob, Him adore, And all ye seed of Israel, Fear Him for evermore. For He despiseth not the poor, He hideth not away His countenance when they do call, But hears them when they pray, Among the folk that fear the Lord, I will therefore proclaim Thy praise, and keep my promise made For setting forth Thy Name. The poor shall eat and be sufficed; Such as their minds do give To seek the Lord, and praise His Name, Their hearts shall ever live. The coasts of all the earth shall praise The Lord, and seek His grace; The heathen folk shall worship all Before His blessèd face. The kingdoms of the heathen folk The Lord shall have therefore; And he shall be their Governor And King for evermore. The rich men of His goodly gifts Shall taste and feed also, And in His presence worship Him, And bow their knees full low. And all that shall go down to dust, Of life by Him shall taste; A seed shall serve and worship Him, Till time away shall waste. They shall declare and plainly show His truth and righteousness, Unto a people yet unborn, Who shall His Name confess.

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• [Psa 22:1] Why Has My God My Soul Forsook?

  Why has my God my soul forsook, Nor will a smile afford? Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord. Though ’tis Thy chief delight to dwell Among Thy praising saints, Yet Thou canst hear a groan as well, And pity our complaints. Our fathers trusted in Thy Name, And great deliverance found; But I’m a worm, despised of men, And trodden to the ground. Shaking the head, they pass me by, And laugh my soul to scorn; “In vain he trusts in God,” they cry, “Neglected and forlorn.” But Thou art He Who formed my flesh By Thine almighty Word; And since I hung upon the breast, My hope is in the Lord. Why will my Father hide His face, When foes stand threatning round, In the dark hour of deep distress, And not a helper found? Behold Thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud. From earth and hell My sorrows meet To multiply the smart; They nail My hands, they pierce My feet, And try to vex My heart. Yet if Thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and hell, Why will my heav’nly Father bruise The Son He loves so well? My God, if possible it be, Withhold this bitter cup But I resign my will to Thee, And drink the sorrows up. My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, In groans I waste my breath; Thy heavy hand has brought Me down Low as the dust of death. Father, I give My Spirit up, And trust it in Thy hand; My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at Thy command.

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Psalms 39:12

• [Psa 39:12] By Thy Birth And By Thy Tears

  By Thy birth and by Thy tears, By Thy human griefs and fears, By Thy conflict in the hour Of the subtle tempter’s power; Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die. By the tenderness that wept O’er the grave where Lazarus slept; By the bitter tears that flowed Over Salem’ s lost abode, Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die. By Thy lonely hour of prayer, By Thy fearful conflict there, By Thy cross and dying cries, By the one great sacrifice; Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die. By Thy triumph o’er the grave, By Thy power the lost to save, By Thy high, majestic throne, By the empire all Thine own; Savior, look with pitying eye; Savior, help me, or I die.

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• [Psa 39:12] Hear Me, O Father

  O heav’nly Father, hear my supplication, I bow before Thee in Thy congregation; Humble and needy, seeking Thy salvation, Hear Thou my prayer, O God! Draw me, Redeemer, I would seek Thee solely, Help me to cherish, love, obey Thee wholly, Fully surrendered, live a life that’s holy, Hear Thou my prayer, O God! Dwell Thou, O Savior, in my heart forever, Thou who hast promised nothing shall us sever, Comfort and lead me, I would leave Thee never, Hear Thou my prayer, O God.

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• [Psa 39:12] O My Savior, Hear Me

  O my Savior, hear me, Draw me close to Thee; Thou hast paid my ransom, Thou hast died for me; Now by simple faith I claim Pardon through Thy gracious Name; Thou, my Ark of safety, Let me fly to Thee. O my Savior, bless me, Bless me while I pray; Grant Thy peace to help me, Take my fear away; I believe Thy promise, Lord; I will trust Thy holy Word; Thou, my soul’s Redeemer, Bless me while I pray. O my Savior, love me, Make me all Thine own; Leave me not to wander In this world alone; Bless my way with light divine, Let Thy glory round me shine; Thou, my Rock, my Refuge, Make me all Thine own. O my Savior, guard me, Keep me evermore! Bless me, love me, guide me, Till my work is o’er; May I then, with glad surprise, Chant Thy praise beyond the skies; There with Thee, my Savior, Dwell for evermore.

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• [Psa 39:12] Savior, When In Dust To Thee

  Savior, when in dust to Thee Low we bow the adoring knee, When, repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our weeping eyes, O by all the pains and woes Suffered once for man below, Bending from Thy throne on high, Hear our solemn litany. By Thy helpless infant years, By Thy life of want and tears, By Thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter’s power, Turn, O turn a favoring eye, Hear our solemn litany. By the sacred griefs that wept O’er the grave where Lazarus slept, By the boding tears that flowed Over Salem’s loved abode, By the anguished sigh that told Treachery lurked within Thy fold, From Thy seat above the sky, Hear our solemn litany. By Thine hour of dire despair, By Thine agony of prayer, By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn, By the gloom that veiled the skies O’er the dreadful sacrifice, Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn litany. By Thy deep expiring groan, By the sad sepulchral stone, By the vault whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God, O from earth to heaven restored, Mighty, re-ascended Lord, Listen, listen to the cry Of our solemn litany.

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• [Psa 39:12] Standin’ In The Need Of Prayer

  Not my brother, nor my sister, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer; Not my brother, nor my sister, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer. Refrain It’s me, it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer; It’s me, it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer. Not the preacher, nor the deacon, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer; Not the preacher, nor the deacon, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer. Refrain Not my father, nor my mother, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer; Not my father, nor my mother, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer. Refrain Not the stranger, nor my neighbor, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer; Not the stranger, nor my neighbor, but it’s me, O Lord, Standin’ in the need of prayer. Refrain

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Psalms 77:1

• [Psa 77:1] To God I Cried With Mournful Voice

  To God I cried with mournful voice, I sought His gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And filled the night with fear. Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refused relief; I thought on God the just and wise, But thoughts increased my grief. Still I complained, and still oppressed, My heart began to break; My God, Thy wrath forbade my rest, And kept my eyes awake. My overwhelming sorrows grew, Till I could speak no more; Then I within myself withdrew, And called Thy judgments o’er. I called back years and ancient times When I beheld Thy face; My spirit searched for secret crimes That might withhold Thy grace. I called Thy mercies to my mind Which I enjoyed before; And will the Lord no more be kind? His face appear no more? Will He for ever cast me off? His promise ever fail? Has He forgot His tender love? Shall anger still prevail? But I forbid this hopeless thought; This dark, despairing frame, Rememb’ring what Thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. I’ll think again of all Thy ways, And talk Thy wonders o’er; Thy wonders of recovering grace, When flesh could hope no more. Grace dwells with justice on the throne; And men that love Thy Word Have in Thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord.

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Psalms 102:1

• [Psa 102:1] Lord, Hear My Prayer

  Lord, hear my prayer, and let my cry Have ready access unto Thee; When in distress to Thee I fly, O hide not Thou Thy face from me. Attend, O Lord, to my desire, O haste to answer when I pray; For grief consumes my strength like fire, My days as smoke pass swift away. My heart is withered like the grass, And I forget my daily bread; In lonely grief my days I pass And sad my thoughts upon my bed. My foes reproach me all the day, My drink is tears, my bread is grief, For in Thy wrath I pine away, My days are like a fading leaf. But Thou, Jehovah, shalt endure, Thy throne forever is the same; And to all generations sure Shall be Thy great memorial Name. The time for Zion’s help is near, The time appointed in Thy love; O let Thy gracious aid appear, Look Thou in mercy from above. O Lord, regard the prayer of those Who love the walls of Zion well, Whose hearts are heavy for her woes, Who sad amid her ruins dwell. Thy power and glory shall appear, And Zion’s walls shall be restored; Then all the kings of earth shall fear And heathen nations serve the Lord. The Lord, exalted on His throne, Looked down from Heav’n with pitying eye To still the lowly captive’s moan And save His people doomed to die. All men in Zion shall declare His gracious Name with one accord, When kings and nations gather there To serve and worship God the Lord.

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