The Works of the Reverend and Learned Isaac Watts, D. D. Containing, besides his Sermons, and Essays on miscellaneous subjects, several additional pieces, Selected from his Manuscripts by the Rev. Dr. Jennings, and the Rev. Dr. Doddridge, in 1753: to which are prefixed, memoirs of the life of the author, compiled by the Rev. George Burder. In six volumes |
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PSALM 22. v. 1–16. First Part. (C. M.) The Sufferings and Death of Christ.
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PSALM 22. v. 1–16. First Part. (C. M.) The Sufferings and Death of Christ.
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Why has my God my soul forsook,Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
II
Tho' 'tis thy chief delight to dwellAmong thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
III
Our fathers trusted in thy name,And great deliverance found;
But I'm a worm, despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
IV
Shaking the head they pass me by,And laugh my soul to scorn;
‘In vain he trusts in God,’ they cry,
‘Neglected and forlorn.’
V
But thou art he who form'd my fleshBy thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.
VI
Why will my Father hide his face,When foes stand threatening round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not an helper found?
VII
Behold thy darling left amongThe cruel and the proud,
As bulls of Bashan fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
VIII
From earth and hell my sorrows meetTo multiply the smart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.
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Yet if thy sovereign hand let looseThe rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heavenly father bruise
The Son he loves so well?
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My God, if possible it be,Withhold this bitter cup;
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
XI
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.
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Father, I give my spirit up,And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command.
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