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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412916" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 22 part 1</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">v.1-16 <br>C. M.<br>The sufferings and death of Christ.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why has my God my soul forsook,<br>Nor will a smile afford?<br>(Thus David once in anguish spoke,<br>And thus our dying Lord.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwell<br>Among thy praising saints,<br>Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,<br>And pity our complaints.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our fathers trusted in thy name,<br>And great deliv'rance found;<br>But I'm a worm, despised of men,<br>And trodden to the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shaking the head, they pass me by,<br>And laugh my soul to scorn;<br>&quot;In vain he trusts in God,&quot; they cry,.<br>&quot;Neglected and forlorn.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thou art he who formed my flesh<br>By thine almighty word;<br>And since I hung upon the breast,<br>My hope is in the Lord.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why will my Father hide his face,<br>When foes stand threat'ning round,<br>In the dark hour of deep distress,<br>And not a helper found?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">PAUSE.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behold thy darling left among<br>The cruel and the proud,<br>As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong,<br>As lions roaring loud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From earth and hell my sorrows meet<br>To multiply the smart;<br>They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,<br>And try to vex my heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose<br>The rage of earth and hell,<br>Why will my heav'nly Father bruise<br>The Son he loves so well?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My God, if possible it be,<br>Withhold this bitter cup<br>But I resign my will to thee,<br>And drink the sorrows up).</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart dissolves with pangs unknown,<br>In groans I waste my breath;<br>Thy heavy hand has brought me down<br>Low as the dust of death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father, I give my spirit up,<br>And trust it in thy hand;<br>My dying flesh shall rest in hope,<br>And rise at thy command.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q>
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C. M.
The sufferings and death of Christ.

Why has my God my soul forsook,
Nor will a smile afford?
(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)

Though 'tis thy chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints,
Yet thou ca..."></div>
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