The Voice of Praise ‎#181

181. Now let our mournful songs record

1 Now let our mournful songs record
The sorrows of our dying Lord,
When he complained in tears and blood,
As one forsaken by his God.

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

3 This is the man who did pretend
God was his Father and his friend;
If God the blessed loved him so,
Why does he fail his help to show?

4 O savage people! cruel priests!
How they stood round like raging beasts!
Like lions gaping to devour,
When God had left him in their power!

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 died.

Text Information

• First Line: Now let our mournful songs record
• Author: Watts
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Scripture:
  Luke 19:10
• Topic: Christ: Sufferings and Death; Christ Mocked upon the Cross

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