METER:  76 76 D
This is the meter for the hymn "O Sacred Head, Now Wounded"

1.  My God, why have you left me?
    Why do my cries not help?
    I cry by day--no an-swer--
    And night--but get no rest.
    But you, O Lord, are ho-ly,
    En-throned on Is-rael's praise.
    In you our fore-bears trust-ed
    And you de-liv-ered them.
2.  They cried to you, you saved them;
    You did not fail their trust.
    But I'm a worm, not hu-man,
    Scorned and de-spised by all.
    All who look at me taunt me,
    They laugh and shake their heads.
    "He trust-ed God, let God save,
    For he de-lights in him."
3.  Yet from the womb you brought me,
    A babe, you kept me safe.
    From birth I've trust-ed in you;
    You've al-ways been my God.
    O do not go far from me;
    In trou-ble I'm a-lone.
    My foes sur-round like wild bulls,
    Like hun-gry lions roar.
4.  My strength is like spilled wa-ter,
    My bones are out of joint;
    My heart in me is melt-ed
    Like wax with-in my breast;
    My strength's dry as a pot-sherd,
    My tongue sticks in my mouth.
    In the dust I'm left ly-ing
    As if I'm good as dead.
5.  Yes, dogs are all a-round me--
    A gang of e-vil ones.
    They tear at me like li-ons,
    They pierce my hands and feet.
    My bones can all be count-ed.
    Foes stare and gloat o'er me,
    They gam-ble for my cloth-ing,
    And each one takes a share.
6.  But you, Lord, please stay near me!
    Come quick-ly to my aid!
    Save my life from the sword and
    These dogs who want me dead!
    From li-ons' mouths de-liv-er,
    And from the wild bulls' horns.
    I'll tell my peo-ple of you,
    Be-fore them praise your name.
7.  You who fear Yah-weh, praise him!
    O Ja-cob, hon-or him!
    O Is-ra-el, re-vere him
    And stand in awe of him!
    He did not turn his back on
    The suff-ering of the poor;
    His face he has not hid-den,
    But an-swers cries for help.
8.  I'll praise you with your peo-ple
    For all you've done, O Lord;
    With all who wor-ship you I
    Will pay up on my vows.
    The poor shall eat and be filled;
    Those who come to the Lord
    Shall praise his name for-ev-er.
    May they pros-per al-ways.
9.  All na-tions will re-mem-ber
    And turn un-to the Lord;
    From all parts of the whole world,
    From ev-ery race and clime,
    They'll turn to him and wor-ship.
    The Lord our God is King;
    O'er earth he has do-min-ion;
    The na-tions he does rule.
10. The proud bow down be-fore him;
    All mor-tals shall serve him.
    Pos-ter-i-ty shall serve God;
    Peo-ple shall speak of him
    To future gen-e-ra-tions,
    To peo-ple yet un-born:
    "The Lord has brought de-liv-erance,
    His peo-ple he has saved."

Stanzas 1-5 and 8-10 reprinted by permission of the publisher from Sing the Psalms! by Dale A. Schoening.  Copyright 1988 Dale A. Schoening.  Stanzas 6-7 reprinted by permission of the publisher from Supplementary Volume to Sing the Psalms by Dale A. Schoening.  Copyright 1992 Dale A. Schoening.

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