Forsaken of God was his well-beloved Son,
Condemned for my sin was the only pure One.

Forsaken of God was his well-beloved Son,
Condemned for my sin was the only pure One.
He suffered alone, died alone on the tree,
Love’s eternal object rejected for me.

The pain and the anguish I hardly conceive,
Affliction so lonely, I’ll never receive.
Whatever may happen, wherever I be,
My Saviour has spoken, He’ll never leave me.

Though sorrows are certain, though trouble is sure,
Though physical torture I’ll maybe endure,
Yet I’ll never suffer to such an extent,
As He who for me from His Father was rent.

Though all may forsake me, e’en my closest friend,
All turning against me with none to defend,
I never will suffer such anguish as He,
My God is my helper; He’ll never leave me.

~ Nita Brainard

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