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 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.