Forsaken of God on Calvary

The Saviour Christ hung dying,

That I might ne'er forsaken be,

While on His death relying:

Yea, for the sake of His lone cry,

With ready ear the Lord Most High

Will aye regard my crying.

When from earth's light I pass away,

Sight, hearing, sense declining,

Father, recall Thy Son's dismay,

For Thy felt presence pining;

And by that cry from Calvary's tree

Thy countenance uplift on me,

With gracious welcome shining.