Psalm 22

To the tune of O Come O Come Immanuel

My God, my God, to You I cry,
O why have You forsaken me?
Why are You far from giving help,
And from my agonizing plea?
All day, my God, I cry in vain;
By night, yet no relief I gain.

But still You are the Holy One;
On Isr’el’s praise You are enthroned.
Our fathers put their trust in You;
You saved them when to You they groaned.
To You they cried, and rescue came;
They trusted, and were free from shame.

Reproached of men, by all despised,
A worm, and not a man, am I.
All they that see me laugh in scorn;
They shake their heads and taunting, cry:
“He trusts the Lord! Let him defend
And save him, if He is his friend!”

You brought me safely from the womb,
Gave faith when on my mother’s breast,
Since birth entrusted to Your care.
You’ve been my God, in You I rest.
Be not far off, for grief is near;
No other helper will appear.

All ends of earth will turn to Him;
The LORD they will again recall.
The nations’ fam’lies all will come,
To worship and before Him fall,
Because the LORD the kingdom owns
And rules above all earthly thrones.

All those who prosper in the earth
Will eat and low before Him bend;
And in His presence all will bow,
Who helpless to the dust descend,
Who even though they vainly strive,
Can never keep their souls alive.

A seed will rise to do His will,
And of the Lord be made aware.
The generation that will come
Will then His righteousness declare
To people who are yet to be,
That He has done this; it was He.