Psalm XXII. First Part. Com. Met. The sufferings and glory of Christ

"Now in the hour, of deep distress, My God, support thy SON, When horrors dark my soul oppress, O leave me not alone!"

Thus did our suffering Saviour pray With mighty cries and tears; God heard him in that dreadful day And chas'd away his fears.

Great was the victory of his death, His throne exalted stands; And all the nations of the earth Shall bow to his commands.

A numerous offspring shall reward The Saviour's dying groans; "I call them, saith the glorious Lord My Daughters and my sons."

The meek and humble souls shall see His table richly spread; And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal sed.