“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”
How deep the Father's love for us,
How vast beyond all measure
That He should give His only Son
To make a wretch His treasure
How great the pain of searing loss,
The Father turns His face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One,
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Why are you so far from saving me, so far from my cries of anguish?
My God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, but I find no rest.
PSALMIST: “All who see me mock me: they hurl insults, shaking their heads.”
GOSPEL: “Those who passed by hurled insults at him, shaking their heads.”
PSALMIST: “He trusts in the Lord,” they say, “let the Lord rescue him.”
GOSPEL: “He trusts in God. Let God rescue him now…”
PSALMIST: “My mouth is dried up like a potsherd…”
PSALMIST: “…they pierce my hands and feet.”
GOSPEL “Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my finger where the nails were, and put my hand into his side, I will not believe.”
PSALMIST: “They divide my clothes among them and cast lots for my garment.”
GOSPEL: “And they crucified him. Dividing up his clothes, they cast lots to see what each would get.”
Lift up the gates, ye everlasting doors, and the King of Glory will come in! Who is the King of Glory? The Lord strong and mighty, the Lord mighty in battle. Lift up your heads, O you gates, lift them up, you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. Who is he, this King of glory? The Lord Almighty – he is the King of glory.