12 Father, I give my spirit up;
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command.

Psalm 22:2. 20 21 27-31. 2d Part.  C. M.
Christ’s sufferings and kingdom.

1 “Now from the roaring lion’s rage,
“O Lord, protect thy Son;
“Nor leave thy darling to engage,
“The powers of hell alone.”

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

3 Great was the victory of his death,
His throne exalted high;
And all the kindreds of the earth
Shall worship or shall die.

4 A numerous offspring must arise
From his expiring groans;
They shall be reckon’d in his eyes
For daughters and for sons.

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

6 The isles shall know the righteousness
Of our incarnate God;
And nations yet unborn profess
Salvation in his blood.

Psalm 22:3.  L. M.
Christ’s sufferings and exaltation.

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 shake their heads, and laugh in scorn; “He rescu’d others from the grave, “Now let him try himself to save.

3 “This is the man did once pretend
“God was his father and his friend;
“If God the blessed lov’d him so,
“Why doth he fail to help him now?”

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, Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide And mock the pangs in which he dy’d.

6 But God, his Father, heard his cry:  Rais’d from the dead he reigns on high.  The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace.

Psalm 23:1.  L. M.
God our Shepherd.

1 My shepherd is the living Lord;
Now shall my wants be well supply’d
His providence and holy word
Become my safety and my guide.

2 In pastures where salvation grows
He makes me feed, he makes me rest;
There living water gently flows,
And all the food’s divinely blest.

3 My wandering feet his ways mistake,
But he restores my soul to peace,
And leads me for his mercy’s sake,
In the fair paths of righteousness.

4 Tho’ I walk thro’ the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope shall never fail,
For God my shepherd’s with me there.

5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps
Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;
Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.