Scripture Verse

My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Psalm 22:1


Words: From The New Me­tri­cal Ver­sion of the Psalms (Pitts­burgh, Penn­syl­van­ia: Unit­ed Pres­by­ter­i­an Board of Pub­li­ca­tion, 1909), pag­es 30–31.

Music: Heb­ron Lo­well Ma­son, 1830 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Lowell Mason


My God, my God, I cry to Thee
O why hast Thou forsaken me?
Afar from me, Thou dost not heed,
Though day and night for help I plead.

But Thou art holy in Thy ways.
Enthroned upon Thy people’s praise
Our fathers put their trust in Thee,
Believed, and Thou didst set them free.

They cried, and, trusting in Thy name,
Were saved, and were not put to shame;
But in the dust my honor lies,
While all reproach and all despise.

My words a cause for scorn they make,
The lip they curl, the head they shake.
And, mocking, bid me trust the Lord
Till He salvation shall afford.

My trust on Thee I learned to rest
When I was on my mother’s breast
From birth my life has ever known
Thy care: Thou art my God alone.

O let Thy strength and presence cheer,
For trouble and distress are near;
Be Thou not far away from me,
For I have none to help but Thee.

Unnumbered foes would do me wrong;
They press about me, fierce and strong;
Like beasts of prey their rage they vent;
My courage fails, my strength is spent.

Down unto death Thou leadest me,
Consumed by thirst and agony;
With cruel hate and anger fierce
My helpless hands and feet they pierce.

While on my wasted form they stare,
The garments torn from me they share,
My shame and sorrow heeding not,
And for my robe they cast the lot.

O Lord, afar no longer stay;
Thou my helper, haste, I pray;
From death and evil set me free.
I live! for Thou didst answer me.

I live and will declare Thy fame
Where brethren gather in Thy name;
Where all Thy faithful people meet,
I will Thy worthy praise repeat.

All ye that fear Jehovah’s name,
His glory tell, His praise proclaim;
Ye children of His chosen race,
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.

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.

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.

The ends of all the earth shall hear
And turn unto the Lord in fear
All kindreds of the earth shall own
And worship Him as God alone.

For His the kingdom, His of right
He rules the nations by His might;
All earth to Him her homage brings,
The Lord of lords, the King of kings.

Both rich and poor, both bond and free,
Shall worship Him with bended knee,
And children’s children shall proclaim
The glorious honor of His name.

The Lord’s unfailing righteousness
All generations shall confess;
From age to age shall men be taught
What wondrous works the Lord has wrought.