Psalms 22-23

Psalm 22 (2 of 3)

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 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 died.

3 But God, His Father, heard His cry;

Raised from the dead, He reigns on high; The nations learn His righteousness, And humble sinners taste His grace.

Isaac Watts, 1719

Psalm 22 (3 of 3)

1 ALL ye that fear Him, praise the Lord; His sacred name adore; And ye His chosen Israel, Praise Him for evermore.

2 Let all the glad converted world To Him their homage pay, And scatter'd nations of the earth One sov'reign Lord obey.

3 With humble worship to His throne Let all for aid resort; That power which first their being gave, Alone can give support.

4 Let them, O Lord, Thy truth declare, And show Thy righteousness; That children, yet unborn may learn Thy glory to confess.

Compiled from Old & New Versions, 1562-1696.

Psalm 23 (1 of 4)

1 MY Shepherd will supply my need, Jehovah is His name; In pastures fresh He makes me feed, Beside the living stream.

2 He brings my wandering spirit back When I forsake His ways: And leads me, for His mercy's sake, In paths of truth and grace.

3 When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay; A word of Thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away.

4 Thy hand, in spite of all my foes, Doth still my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows;

Thine oil anoints my head.

5 The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days;

Oh may Thy house be mine abode, And all my work be praise!

6 There would I find a settled rest, While others go and come; No more a stranger, or a guest, But like a child at home.

Isaac Watts, 1719.