PSALM 69. v. 14–21, 26 29, 32. Second
Part. (C. M.) The Passion and Exaltation of Christ.
I
Now let our lips with holy fear
And mournful pleasure sing
The sufferings of our great High-Priest,
The sorrows of our King.
II
He sinks in floods of deep distress;
How high the waters rise!
While to his heavenly Father's ear
He sends perpetual cries.
III
‘Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son,
‘Nor hide thy shining face;
‘Why should thy favourite look like one
‘Forsaken of thy grace?
IV
‘With rage they persecute the man
‘That groans beneath thy wound,
‘While for a sacrifice I pour
‘My life upon the ground.
V
‘They tread my honour to the dust,
‘And laugh when I complain;
‘Their sharp insulting slanders add
‘Fresh anguish to my pain.
VI
‘All my reproach is known to thee,
‘The scandal and the shame;
‘Reproach has broke my bleeding heart,
‘And lies defil'd my name.
VII
‘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.
VIII
‘With vinegar they mock my thirst,
‘They give me gall for food:
‘And sporting with my dying groans,
‘They triumph in my blood.
IX
‘Shine into my distressed soul,
‘Let thy compassion save;
‘And though my flesh sink down to death,
‘Redeem it from the grave.
X
‘I shall arise to praise thy name,
‘Shall reign in worlds unknown;
‘And thy salvation, O my God,
‘Shall seat me on thy throne.
