| W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895. | | | | “My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?” | | Cecilia Mary Caddell (1813?–1877) |
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THOUSANDS have felt Thy healing Power, | |
| Thousands from Thee their lives have taken, | |
| And can it be that in Thine hour | |
| Of utmost need Thou art forsaken? | |
| Forsaken! oh, what Grief and Love | 5 |
| That Word expresses in Thy Tongue— | |
| Thou! in Thy Godhead Bright above— | |
| And thus on earth by Sorrow wrung. | |
| Infinite God and Finite Man, | |
| So high Thy State, Thy State so low, | 10 |
| No human thought can sound or span | |
| The boundless deeps of such a Woe. | |
| Yet, at that Cry of sore Distress, | |
| Our hearts to some dim knowledge waken, | |
| And ’mid the gloom we faintly guess | 15 |
| What God has felt when God-Forsaken. | | | | |
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