W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.

“My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken Me?”

Cecilia Mary Caddell (1813?–1877)

MATT. XXVII. 46.

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

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,

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

What God has felt when God-Forsaken.