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 are dying old

Oh, it's your chief to light, to dwell

Among your praising sings

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 trod Him to the ground

Men shake their heads and pass Him by

And laugh His soul to scorn

In vain He trust in God they cry

Neglected and forlorn

But you are here 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 forced and threatening around

In His dark hour of deep distress

And not a bit profound

Why oh why, my God?

Why oh why, my God?

For the joy set before Him

He endured

And He's seated at the right hand of the Lord

Well done, good and faithful

Well done

Well done, good and faithful one

Behold your dear one left among

The cruel and the proud

As mighty bulls so fierce and strong

As lions roaring loud

From Earth and hell His 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

The rage of Earth and hell

Why would my heavenly father bruise

The son He loved so well?

He prayed in dark Gethsemane

Withhold this biter 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

The 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 He's seated at the right hand of the Lord

Well done, good and faithful

Well done

Well done, good and faithful

Well done

Well done, good and faithful one