Psalm 69 (Version 2, Part 2)

Now let our lips with holy fear

And mournful pleasure sing

The sufferings of our great High-Priest,

The sorrows of our King.

He sinks in floods of deep distress:

How high the waters rise!

While to his heavenly Father's ear

He sends perpetual cries.

"Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son,

"Nor hide thy shining face;

"Why should thy favorite look like one

"Forsaken of thy grace?

"With rage they persecute the man

"That groans beneath thy wound,

"While for a sacrifice I pour

"My life upon the ground.

"They tread my honour to the dust,

"And laugh when I complain

"Their sharp insulting slanders add

"Fresh anguish to my pain.

"All my reproach is known to thee,

"The scandal and the shame;

"Reproach has broke my bleeding heart,

"And lies defil'd my Name.

"I look'd for pity, but in vain;

"My kindred are my grief!

"I ask my friends for comfort round,

"But meet with no relief.

"With vinegar they mock my thirst;

"They give me gall for food;

"And sporting with my dying groans,

"They triumph in my blood.

"Shine into my distressed soul,

"Let thy compassion save;

"And tho' my flesh sink down to death,

"Redeem it from the grave.

"I shall arise to praise thy Name,

"Shall reign in worlds unknown;

"And thy salvation, O my God,

"Shall seat me on thy throne."