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My God, my God, why dost Thou me forsake ?
Far from my help and words of agony ;
O Thou, my God, by day, by night I call.
And silent am not ; yet unheard my cry !
But Thou art holy. Thou who Israel's praise
Inhabitest ; our fathers did confide
In Thee ; — in Thee our fathers did confide ; —
And Thou didst give deliverance when they cried.