O God, My God! why, in this hour
Of anguish and despair,
Hast Thou withdrawn Thy saving power
Unmindful of My prayer?

Thus, lingering on the accursèd tree,
Our suffering Lord complained,
When He, our captive souls to free,
The guilt of man sustained.

O wondrous love! content to meet,
For us, reproach and scorn;
For us, His sacred hands and feet
With cruel nails were torn.

For us He bowed His soul to death,
That we through Him might live;
For us He cried with latest breath,
Fa­ther, their sins forgive.

O God, our God, Thou, in the hour
Of anguish and despair,
Wilt ne­ver withdraw Thy saving power
Unmindful of that prayer.