Psalm 22 (Version 3)

Now let our mournful songs record

The dying sorrows of our Lord;

When he complain'd 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 rescu'd 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 blessed lov'd 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 dy'd.

But God, his Father, heard his cry:

Rais'd from the dead he reigns on high.

The nations learn his righteousness,

And humble sinners taste his grace.