Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#52

52. Now let our mournful songs record

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 God.

2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
And shook their heads and laugh'd in scorn;
'He rescu'd others from the grave,
'Now let him try himself to save.

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

4 Barbarous people! cruel priests!
How they stood round like raging beasts!
Like lions gaping to devour,
When God had left him in their pow'r.

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 God, 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Now let our mournful songs record
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 22

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