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PSALM 21. Third Part. C.M.
Christ exalted to the kingdom. (cont.)

6	Thy vengeance shall consume his foes; Thy wrath devour their guilty souls.

PSALM 22. First Part. C.M.
Christ forsaken on the cross.

1	MY God, my God, why hast thou left    My soul without relief! Of thy blest smiles to be bereft    Exceeds all other grief.
2	But thou art holy, O my God,    And wilt not spare thy Son; As Saviour, he must bear the load,    And taste the curse alone.
3	Our fathers trusted in thy name,    And great deliv'rance found; But I'm a worm despis'd of men,    And trodden to the ground.
4	Shaking the head, they pass me by,    And laugh my soul to scorn; "In vain he trusts in God," they cry,    "Neglected and forlorn."
5	Yet, thou, O God! hast form'd my flesh,    By thy almighty word, And since I hung upon the breast,    My hope is in the Lord.
6	My God, if possible it be,    Withhold this bitter cup: But I resign my will to thee,    And drink the sorrows up.
7	My heart dissolves with pangs unknown;    In groans I waste my breath: Thy heavy hand hath brought me down    Low as the dust of death.
8	Father, I give my spirit up,    And trust it in thine hand:

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PSALM 22. First Part. C.M.
Christ forsaken on the cross. (cont.)

8	My dying flesh shall rest in hope,    And rise at thy command.

PSALM 22. Second Part. C.M.
Christ crucified.

1	WRITHING in pain, our Saviour pray'd    With mighty cries and tears: In that dread hour, his Father heard,    And chas'd away his fears.
2	Great was the vict'ry of his death;    His throne exalted high: And all the kindreds of the earth    Shall worship or shall die.
3	A num'rous race shall mount the skies    On his expiring groans: They shall be reckon'd in his eyes    For daughters and for sons.
4	The meek and humble souls shall see    His table richly spread: And all that seek the Lord shall be    With joys immortal fed.
5	The isles shall know the righteousness    Of our incarnate God: And nations yet unborn profess    Salvation in his blood.

PSALM 22. Third Part. L.M.
The sufferings and story of Christ.

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 shook their heads and laugh'd in scorn: "He rescu'd others from the grave; "Now let him try himself to save."