Psalms 22:15-26

• [Psa 22:16] O’erwhelmed In Depths Of Woe

  O’erwhelmed in depths of woe, Upon the tree of scorn, Hangs the Redeemer of mankind, With racking anguish torn. See how the nails those hands And feet so tender rend; See down His face, and neck, and breast His sacred blood descend. Oh, hear that last, loud cry Which pierced His mother’s heart, As into God the Father’s hands He bade His soul depart. Earth hears, and trembling quakes Around that tree of pain; The rocks are rent; the graves are burst; The veil is rent in twain. Shall man alone be mute? Have we no griefs, or fears? Come, old and young, come, all mankind, And bathe those feet in tears. Come, fall before His cross, Who shed for us His blood, Who died, the Victim of pure love, To make us sons of God. Jesu, all praise to Thee, Our Joy and endless Rest; Be Thou our Guide while pilgrims here, Our Crown amid the blest.

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 22:21] Now From The Roaring Lion’s Rage

  “Now from the roaring lion’s rage, O Lord, protect Thy Son, Nor leave Thy darling to engage The powers of hell alone.” Thus did our suffering Savior pray With mighty cries and tears; God heard Him in that dreadful day, And chased away His fears. Great was the victory of His death, His throne exalted high; And all the kindreds of the earth Shall worship or shall die. A numerous offspring must arise From His expiring groans; They shall be reckoned in His eyes For daughters and for sons. The meek and humble souls shall see His table richly spread; And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed. The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God, And nations yet unborn profess Salvation in His blood.

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• [Psa 22:22] Amid The Thronging Worshippers

  Amid the thronging worshippers Jehovah will I bless, Before my brethren, gathered there, His Name I will confess. Come, praise Him, ye that fear the Lord, Ye children of His grace, With reverence sound His glories forth And bow before His face. The burden of the sorrowful The Lord will not despise; He has not turned from those that mourn, He hearkens to their cries. His goodness makes me join the throng Where saints His praise proclaim, And there will I fulfill my vows ’Mid those who fear His Name. He feeds with good the humble soul And satisfies the meek, And they shall live and praise the Lord Who for His mercy seek. The ends of all the earth take thought, The nations seek the Lord; They worship Him, the King of kings, In earth and Heav’n adored.

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• [Psa 22:23] All Ye That Fear God’s Holy Name

  All ye that fear God’s holy Name, His glory tell, His praise proclaim; Ye children of His chosen race, Stand ye in awe before His face, 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, But answered his request in grace. O 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, 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, And never ending praises give.

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  source: Cyberhymnal