1 "O God, My God! why, in this hour
Of anguish and despair,
Hast Thou withdrawn Thy saving power
Unmindful of My prayer?"
2 Thus, lingering on the accursèd tree,
Our suffering Lord complained,
When He, our captive souls to free,
The guilt of man sustained.
3 O wondrous love! content to meet,
For us, reproach and scorn;
For us, His sacred hands and feet
With cruel nails were torn.
4 For us He bowed His soul to death,
That we through Him might live;
For us He cried with latest breath,
"Father, their sins forgive."
5 O God, our God, Thou, in the hour
Of anguish and despair,
Wilt never withdraw Thy saving power
Unmindful of that prayer.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11008