my soul forsook, nor will a smile afford
Thus, David once in anguish
spoke and thus our dying Lord
Oh, it's Your chief delight to dwell
among Your praising saints
And yet You hear us groan as well
Our fathers trusted in Your name
and great deliverance found
despised of men who trot him to the ground
Men shake their heads and pass
him by and laugh his soul to scorn
"In vain he trusts in God," they cry,
But You are he who formed his flesh
And since he hung upon the breast,
Why would his father hide his face when
foes stand threatening 'round?
In his dark hour of deep distress
Yet if Your sovereign hand let
loose a rage in earth and hell
Why would my Heavenly Father bruise
the son He loved so well?
He prayed in dark Gethsemane,
"Withhold this bitter cup"
But he resigned his will to Thee and
Our Savior cried with David's grief,
"In groans I waste my breath
Thy hand has brought me down beneath
the bitter dust of death"
And then he gave his spirit up
His dying flesh reposed in hope,
For the joy set before him, he endured
And is seated at the right
Well done, good and faithful,
Well done, good and faithful,
Well done good and faithful one
