Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Now let our mournful songs record|
The dying sorrows of our Lord,
When he complained in tears and blood,
As one forsaken of his God.
2. The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
3. "This is the man did once pretend
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,
6. But God, his Father, heard his cry;
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