Part 10 (2/2)

PAUSE.

7 Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud, As bulls of Bashan fierce and strong, As lions roaring loud.

8 From earth and h.e.l.l my sorrows meet To multiply the smart; They nail my hands, they pierce my feet And try to vex my heart.

9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose The rage of earth and h.e.l.l, Why will my heavenly Father bruise The Son he loves so well?

10 My G.o.d, if possible it be, Withhold this bitter cup; But I resign my will to thee, And drink the sorrows up.

11 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.

12 Father, I give my spirit up; And trust it in thy hand; My dying flesh shall rest in hope, And rise at thy command.

Psalm 22:2. 20 21 27-31. 2d Part. C. M.

Christ's sufferings and kingdom.

1 ”Now from the roaring lion's rage, ”O Lord, protect thy Son; ”Nor leave thy darling to engage, ”The powers of h.e.l.l alone.”

2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, With mighty cries and tears; G.o.d heard him in that dreadful day, And chas'd away his fears.

3 Great was the victory of his death, His throne exalted high; And all the kindreds of the earth Shall wors.h.i.+p or shall die.

4 A numerous offspring must arise From his expiring groans; They shall be reckon'd in his eyes For daughters and for sons.

5 The meek and humble soul shall see His table richly spread; And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed.

6 The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate G.o.d; And nations yet unborn profess Salvation in his blood.

Psalm 22:3. L. M.

Christ's sufferings and exaltation.

1 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 G.o.d.

2 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.

3 ”This is the man did once pretend ”G.o.d was his father and his friend; ”If G.o.d the blessed lov'd him so, ”Why doth he fail to help him now?”

4 Barbarous people! cruel priests!

How they stood round like savage beasts!

Like lions gaping to devour, When G.o.d had left him in their power.

5 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.

6 But G.o.d, 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.

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