“God, my God!” forlorn and lonely –
Darkness shudders at this cry;
Weeps earth for this man abandoned,
“Why am I forsaken, why?”
Seems no ear is bent to listen,
No touch comforts searing pain,
No voice speaking reassurance . . .
Silence haunts the dark terrain:
No help comes despite the pleading –
Day and night roll into one;
No-one heeds the cries, the groaning
Of the one and only Son.
Holy God, you make your dwelling
In the shrine of joyous praise;
Worship, song and adoration
Join our hearts in warm embrace.
E’en our fathers, long forgotten,
In your presence sang and praised
Round your throne in fervent worship,
Hearts aglow and voices raised.
They were never disappointed:
When they called to you for aid:
You delivered them from evil,
For they trusted what you said.
As for me, a worm and no man,
Scorned, despised by all mankind;
Those who see me mock and snigger;
“Who is this one?” they demand.
“Is this he who claims the favour
Of his God, who cares for him?
We’ll believe it when we see it!
God responding to this claim!”
Listen not to cruel mocking:
I have known your help before:
From my mother’s womb you brought me,
Years of growing up you saw:
From my birth I leaned upon you,
Trusted you to be my God.
Do not leave me, I am helpless:
Only you can save me, Lord!
Fearsome enemies surround me,
Drooling, circling for the kill,
Bashan’s bulls, these roaring lions
Gnash and tear my flesh at will.
All my strength is drained, like water;
All my bones are out of joint,
And my heart, like wax, is melted:
I am wasted, pale and gaunt;
Tongue is dried, my eyes are sunken;
Weakening with each rasping breath
Ebbs my life, for you have left me,
Laid me in the dust of death.
Enemies keep circling closer –
Hungry dogs, with fangs laid bare;
Hands and feet are pierced and bleeding;
At my pain they gloat and stare.
Every bone screams out in anguish;
Nothing shields me from this shame;
Throwing dice to win my clothing
Just as though it were a game!
Yet one final, feeble whisper
Pleads to God for aid, in vain.
“Rescue me from death, and save me;
Hear my cry yet once again!
Would you stand aside, unheeding,
Caring not that evil men
Snatch away the life you gave me?
Will you not, then, intervene?”
Yet, I know my God will answer.
I will stand and testify,
Praise you in the congregation,
For you heard my desp’rate cry!
“Praise the Lord, each one who fears Him,”
All must reverence His name.
Let all Israel sing His praises,
Tell to everyone His fame.
He has not despised my suff’ring,
Heard my cries of deep despair,
Bent to listen to my calling,
Came in answer to my prayer.
Yes, I’ll lift your name in honour,
Publicly fulfil my vow:
Those who fear your name will witness,
In your presence humbly bow.
All the poor shall feast on plenty;
Hunger shall be satisfied:
Those who seek the Lord shall find Him,
Those who find, in Him abide.
Earth shall see this grand reunion,
Nations to the Lord return:
God is king, He rules the peoples –
All shall for His presence yearn.
Proud and humble, all will worship,
Born, these mortal men, to die;
Yes, our children, too, will serve Him
Mighty God will magnify..
‘Tis our joy to tell the story
To our offspring, yet unborn.
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