[Monique]

My God, my God, I cry to Thee;
O why have You forsaken me?
Afar from me, You do not heed
Though day and night for help I plead

But You are holy in Your ways
Enthroned upon Your people's praise;
Our fathers put their trust in Thee
Believed, and You died, set them free

They cried, and, trusting in Your Name
Were saved, and were not put to shame;
But in the dust my honor lies
While all reproach and all despise

My words a cause for scorn they make
The lip they curl, the head they shake
And, mocking, bid me trust the Lord
Til He salvation shall afford

[Vito]

My trust on You I learned to rest
When I was on my mother's breast;
From birth You are my God alone
Your care my life has ever known
O let Your strength and presence cheer
For trouble and distress are near;
Please be not far away from me
I have no source of help but Thee

Unnumbered foes would do me wrong
They press about me, fierce and strong
Like beasts of prey their rage they vent
My courage fails, my strength is spent

Down unto death You leadest me
Consumed by thirst and agony;
With cruel hate and anger fierce
My helpless hands and feet they pierce

While on my wasted form they stare
The garments torn from me they share
My shame and sorrow heeding not
And for my robe they cast the lot

O Lord, afar no longer stay;
You are my Helper, haste, I pray;
From death and evil set me free;
I live, for You did answer me

I live and will declare Your fame
Where brothers gather in Your name;
Where all Your faithful people meet
I will Your worthy praise repeat