Psalm 22F: Psalm 22:1-11
Fillmore, 88.88.88. [F]
| 1. | 1 My God, my God, O why have You In my distress forsaken me? O why so far from giving help, And from my agonizing plea? 2 All day, my God, I cry in vain; By night, yet no relief I gain. |
| 2. | 3 But still You are the Holy One; In Israel's praise You dwelling have. 4 Our fathers put their trust in You; They trusted, and You rescue gave. 5 To You they cried; deliv'rance came; They trusted and were free from shame. |
| 3. | 6 Reproached of men, by all despised, A worm and not a man am I; 7 All they that seem me laugh in scorn; They shake their heads and taunting cry, 8 "He trusts the LORD! Let Him defend And save him, if He is his friend!" |
| 4. | 9 You took me safely from the womb; Gave faith when on my mother's breast; 10 From birth dependent on Your care. You are my God; In You I rest. 11 Be not far off, for grief is nigh; There's none on whom I can rely. |