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Why Has My God My Soul Forsook?
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #7413 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1. Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.
2. Though ’tis Thy chief delight to dwell
Among Thy praising saints,
Yet Thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3. Our fathers trusted in Thy name,
And great deliverance found;
But I’m a worm, despised of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4. Shaking the head, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
Neglected and forlorn.
5. But Thou art He who formed my flesh
By Thine almighty Word;
And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.
6. Why will my Father hide His face,
When foes stand threatening round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found?
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 hell 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 hell,
Why will my heav’nly Father bruise
The Son He loves so well?
10. My God, 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. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
Why Has My God My Soul Forsook?
Why has my God my soul forsook
Hymnal: Church Hymn Book #P.XXII.I (1816) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliv'rance found;
But I’m a worm despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4 With shaking head they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
Neglected and forlorn.
5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast
My hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my Father hide his face,
When foes stand threat'ning round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found?
7 Behold Thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
By foes encompass'd fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8 From earth and hell 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 hell,
Why will my heav’nly Father bruise
The son he loves so well?
10 My God, 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. Topics: The Sufferings and Death of Christ Scripture: Psalm 22:1-12 Languages: English
Why has my God my soul forsook
Why has my God my Soul forsook
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P22a (1766) Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my Soul forsook,
Nor will a Smile afford?
(Thus David once in Anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though 'tis thy chief Delight to dwell
Among thy praising Saints,
Yet thou canst hear a Groan as well,
And pity our Complaints.
3 Our Fathers trusted in thy Name,
And great Deliv'rance found;
But I'm a Worm despis'd of Men,
And trodden to the Ground.
4 Shaking the Head they pass me by,
And laugh my Soul to Scorn;
"In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
"Neglected and forlorn."
5 But thou art He who form'd my Flesh,
By thine Almighty Word,
And since I hung upon the Breast,
My Hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my Father hide his Face
When Foes stand threat'ning round
In the dark Hour of deep Distress,
And not an Helper found?
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 Hell 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 Sov'reign Hand let loose
The Rage of Earth and Hell,
Why will my heav'nly Father bruise
The Son he loves so well?
10 My GOD, if possible it be,
With-hold 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. Topics: Christ his death and resurrection; Christ his sufferings and kingdom; Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom; Gentiles given to Christ Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English
Why has my God my Soul forsook
Psalm 22 Part 1
Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #Ps.50 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics:
Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliv'rance found;
But I'm a worm, despised of men,
And trodden to the ground.
Shaking the head, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
"In vain he trusts in God," they cry,.
"Neglected and forlorn."
But thou art he who formed my flesh
By thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.
Why will my Father hide his face,
When foes stand threat'ning round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found?
Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
From earth and hell my sorrows meet
To multiply the smart;
They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.
Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heav'nly Father bruise
The Son he loves so well?
My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.
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.
Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command.
Topics: Christ his sufferings and kingdom; Exaltation of Christ to the kingdom; Gentiles given to Christ; Sufferings and kingdom of Christ; Christ his death and resurrection; Death and sufferings of Christ; Sufferings and death of Christ Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English
Psalm 22 Part 1
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #XXIIa (1780) First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 "Why has my GOD my soul forsook,
"Nor will a smile afford?"
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying LORD.)
2 Tho' ’tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliv'rance found;
But I’m a worm, despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4 With shaking heads, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
"In vain he trusts in God they cry,
"Neglected and forlorn."
5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the LORD.
6 Why will my father hide his face
When foes stand threat'ning round,
In the dark hour of deep distress?
And not an helper found.
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 hell 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 sov'reign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heav’nly father bruise
The son he loves so well?
10 My GOD if possible it be,
Withold 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. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
The Sufferings and Death of CHRIST
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #XXIIa (1785) First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliverance found;
But I’m a worm, despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4 With shaking heads, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
"In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
"Neglected and forlorn."
5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my father hide his face
When foes stand threatening round
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not an helper found?
Pause.
7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
By foes encompass'd fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8 From earth and hell 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 hell,
Why will my heav’nly father bruise
The son he loves so well?
10 My God, if possible it be,
With-hold 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. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English
The Sufferings and Death of CHRIST
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
Hymnal: Psalms #22a (1793) First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliv'rance found;
But I’m a worm despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4 With shaking head they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn:
"In vain he trusts in God," they cry,
"Neglected and forlorn."
5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast
My hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my father hide his face
When foes stand threat'ning round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not an helper found?
Pause.
7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
By foes encompass'd fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8 From earth and hell 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 sov'reign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell,
Why will my heav'nly Father bruise
The son he loves so well?
10 My God, 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. Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
Why has my God my soul forsook
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Rev. Isaac Watts, D. D. #22a (1842)
Why has my God my soul forsook
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #40b (1740) First Line: Why has my God my Soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my Soul forsook,
Nor will a Smile afford?
(Thus David once in Anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though 'tis thy chief Delight to dwell
Among thy praising Saints,
Yet thou canst hear a Groan as well,
And pity our Complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy Name,
And great Deliv'rance found;
But I'm a Worm despis'd of Men,
And trodden to the Ground.
4 Shaking the Head they pass me by,
And laugh my Soul to Scorn;
"In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
"Neglected and forlorn."
5 But thou art He who form'd my Flesh
By thine Almighty Word,
And since I hung upon the Breast,
My Hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my Father hide his Face
When Foes stand threat'ning round
In the dark Hour of deep Distress,
And not an Helper found?
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 Hell 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 Sov'reign Hand let loose
The Rage of Earth and Hell,
Why will my heav'nly Father bruise
The Son he loves so well?
10 My GOD, if possible it be,
With-hold 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. Topics: Christ his death and resurrection; Christ his sufferings and kingdom; Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom; Gentiles given to Christ Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #41 (1786) First Line: Why has my God my soul forsook Lyrics: 1 Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
2 Though ’tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.
3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliverance found:
But I’m a worm, despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.
4 With shaking head they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
Neglected and forlorn.
5 But thou art he, who form'd my flesh,
By thine Almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast
My hope is in the Lord.
6 Why will my father hide his face
When foes stand threatening round
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not an helper found?
Pause.
7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud,
By foes encompass'd fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.
8 From earth and hell 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 hell,
Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The son he loves so well?
10 My God, if possible it be,
With-hold 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. Topics: Christ his sufferings and kingdom; Death and sufferings of Christ; Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom; Gentiles given to Christ; Vengeance and compassion; Christ his sufferings and kingdom; Death and sufferings of Christ; Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom; Gentiles given to Christ; Vengeance and compassion Scripture: Psalm 22:1-16 Languages: English
The Sufferings and Death of Christ
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