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.