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 shake their heads, and laugh 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 savage 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 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.