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 63:1

• [Psa 63:1] Early, My God, Without Delay

  Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek Thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away Without Thy cheering grace. So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die. I’ve seen Thy glory and Thy power Through all Thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heav’nly hour, That vision so divine. Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when Thy richer grace I taste, And in Thy presence dwell. Not life itself, with all her joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As Thy forgiving love. Thus till my last expiring day I’ll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.

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• [Psa 63:1] Hand In Hand

  Now begin the heavenly race— The Savior calls today; Let us early seek His face, And early learn to pray. Refrain Hand in hand we’ll journey on, Reaching forward to the prize, Hoping, trusting in the Lord, Where all our vigor lies. He Who left His Father’s throne, To suffer, bleed and die, He Who made our grief his own, Will every want supply. Refrain They who on His Name believe, And patiently endure, Life eternal shall receive, And find His mercy sure. Refrain Now begin the heavenly race, No more, no more delay; To the healing fount of grace, Rejoicing, haste away. Refrain

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• [Psa 63:1] I Hunger And I Thirst

  I hunger and I thirst, Jesu, my manna be; Ye living waters, burst Out of the rock for me. Thou bruised and broken Bread, My life-long wants supply; As living souls are fed, O feed me, or I die. Thou true life-giving Vine, Let me Thy sweetness prove; Renew my life with Thine, Refresh my soul with love. Rough paths my feet have trod Since first their course began; Feed me, Thou Bread of God; Help me, Thou Son of Man. For still the desert lies My thirsting soul before; O living waters, rise Within me evermore.

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• [Psa 63:1] My God! Permit My Tongue

  My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call Thee mine; And let my early cries prevail To taste Thy love divine. My thirsty, fainting soul Thy mercy doth implore; Not travelers in desert lands Can pant for water more. Within Thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place; Thy power and glory to behold, And feel Thy quick’ning grace. For life without Thy love No relish can afford; No joy can be compared to this, To serve and please the Lord. To Thee I’ll lift my hands, And praise Thee while I live; Not the rich dainties of a feast Such food or pleasure give. In wakeful hours at night I call my God to mind; I think how wise Thy counsels are, And all Thy dealings kind. Since thou hast been my help, To Thee my spirit flies, And on Thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies. The shadow of Thy wings My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my Father leads, And He supports my steps.

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• [Psa 63:1] O God, My God, My All Thou Art!

  O God, my God, my all Thou art! Ere shines the dawn of rising day, Thy sovereign light within my heart, Thy all enlivening power display. For Thee my thirsty soul doth pant, While in this desert land I live; And hungry as I am, and faint, Thy love alone can comfort give. In a dry land, behold I place My whole desire on Thee, O Lord; And more I joy to gain Thy grace, Than all earth’s treasures can afford. More dear than life itself, Thy love My heart and tongue shall still employ And to declare Thy praise will prove My peace, my glory, and my joy. In blessing Thee with grateful songs My happy life shall glide away; The praise that to Thy Name belongs Hourly with lifted hands I’ll pay. Abundant sweetness, while I sing Thy love, my ravished heart o’erflows; Secure in Thee, my God and King, Of glory that no period knows.

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• [Psa 63:1] O God, Thou Art My God Alone

  O God, Thou art my God alone; Early to Thee my soul shall cry; A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land whose springs are dry. O that it were as it hath been! When, praying in the holy place, Thy power and glory I have seen, And marked the footsteps of Thy grace. Yet, through this rough and thorny maze, I follow hard on Thee, my God; Thy hand, unseen, upholds my ways; I safely tread where Thou hast trod. Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed; Thy presence makes the darkness light, Thy guardian wings are round my head. Better than life itself Thy love, Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in Heaven above, Or what on earth, compared to Thee? Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all Thy mercy I will give; My soul shall still in God rejoice; My tongue shall bless Thee while I live.

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• [Psa 63:1] O Lord, My God, Most Earnestly

  O Lord, my God, most earnestly My heart would seek Thy face, Within Thy holy house once more To see Thy glorious grace. Apart from Thee I long and thirst, And naught can satisfy; I wander in a desert land Where all the streams are dry. The lovingkindness of my God Is more than life to me; So I will bless Thee while I live And lift my prayer to Thee. In Thee my soul is satisfied, My darkness turns to light; And joyful meditations fill The watches of the night. My Savior, ’neath Thy sheltering wings My soul delights to dwell; Still closer to Thy side I press, For near Thee all is well.

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• [Psa 63:1] O Saints Of Old, Nor Yours Alone

  O saints of old, not yours alone The search for God shall be; We take the glory for our own; Lord, we are seeking Thee. Not only when ascends the song And soundeth sweet the word; Not only with the Sabbath throng, Our souls would seek the Lord. We would not to our daily task Without our God repair, But in the world His presence ask, And seek His glory there. O everywhere, O every day, The grace is still outpoured; We work, we watch, we strive, we pray, Behold Thy seekers, Lord.

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• [Psa 63:1] Thou Art My God, O God Of Grace

  Thou art my God, O God of grace, And earnestly I seek Thy face, My heart cries out for Thee; My spirit thirsts Thy grace to taste, An exile in this desert waste In which no waters be, In which no waters be. I long as in the times of old Thy power and glory to behold Within Thy holy place; Because Thy tender love I see, More precious far than life to me, My lips shall praise Thy grace, My lips shall praise Thy grace. Thus will I bless Thee while I live, And with uplifted hands will give Praise to Thy holy Name; When by Thy bounty well supplied, Then shall my soul be satisfied, My mouth shall praise proclaim, My mouth shall praise proclaim. My lips shall in Thy praise delight When on my bed I rest at night And meditate on Thee; Because Thy hand assistance brings, Beneath the shadow of Thy wings My heart shall joyful be, My heart shall joyful be.

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• [Psa 63:1] When Mother Love Makes All Things Bright

  When mother love makes all things bright, When joy comes with the morning light, When children gather round their tree, Thou Christmas Babe, we sing of Thee. When manhood’s brows are bent in thought To learn what men of old have taught, When eager hands seek wisdom’s key, Wise Temple Child, we learn of Thee. When doubts assail, and perils fright, When, groping blindly in the night, We strive to read life’s mystery, Man of the Mount, we turn to Thee. When shadows of the valley fall, When sin and death the soul appall, One light we through the darkness see— Christ on the Cross, we cry to Thee.

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• [Psa 63:1] While Thee I Seek, Protecting Power

  While Thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To Thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore. In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see! Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by Thee. In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet Thy will. My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see: My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on Thee.

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