Well Done, Good and Faithful

Why has my God, my soul forsook, nor will a smile afford
 Thus, David once in anguish spoke and thus our dying Lord
 Oh, it's Your chief delight to dwell among Your praising saints
 And yet You hear us groan as well and pity our complaints
 Our fathers trusted in Your name and great deliverance found
 But he's a worm, despised of men who trot him to the ground
 Men shake their heads and pass him by and laugh his soul to scorn
 "In vain he trusts in God," they cry, neglected and forlorn
 But You are he who formed his flesh by Your own mighty word
 And since he hung upon the breast, his hope was in the Lord
 Why would his father hide his face when foes stand threatening 'round?
 In his dark hour of deep distress and not a helper found
 Why, oh why, my God?
 Why, oh why, my God?
 For the joy set before him, he endured
 And is seated at the right hand of the throne
 Well done, good and faithful, well done
 Well done, good and faithful one
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 Behold Your dear one left alone with the cruel and the proud
 As mighty bulls so fierce and strong, as lions roaring loud
 For mirth and hell and sorrows meet to multiply the pain
 They nail his hands, they pierce his feet and mock him yet again
 Yet if Your sovereign hand let loose a rage in earth and hell
 Why would my Heavenly Father bruise the son He loved so well?
 He prayed in dark Gethsemane, "Withhold this bitter cup"
 But he resigned his will to Thee and drank the sorrows up
 Our Savior cried with David's grief, "In groans I waste my breath
 Thy hand has brought me down beneath the bitter dust of death"
 And then he gave his spirit up to trust it in Your hand
 His dying flesh reposed in hope, to rise at Your command
 Why, oh why, my God?
 Why, oh why, my God?
 For the joy set before him, he endured
 And is seated at the right hand of the throne
 Well done, good and faithful, well done
 Well done, good and faithful, well done
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 Well done good and faithful one