Psalms 42:1

• [Psa 42:1] As Pants The Hart For Cooling Streams

  As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for Thee And Thy refreshing grace. For Thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine; O, when shall I behold Thy face, Thou majesty divine? God of my strength, how long shall I Like one forgotten mourn, Forlorn, forsaken and exposed To my oppressor’s scorn? Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still; and thou shalt sing The praise of Him Who is thy God, Thy health’s eternal spring. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God Whom we adore, Be glory as it was, is now, And shall be evermore.

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• [Psa 42:1] As Pants The Hart For Streams

  As pants the hart for streams of living water, So longs my soul, O living God, for Thee; I thirst for Thee, for Thee my heart is yearning; When shall I come Thy gracious face to see? O Lord my God, overwhelmed in deep affliction, Far from Thy rest, to Thee I lift my soul; Deep calls to deep and storms of trouble thunder, While over my head the waves and billows roll. Thou wilt command Thy servant’s consolation, Thy lovingkindness yet shall cheer my day, And in the night Thy song shall be my comfort; God of my life, to Thee I still will pray. Why, O my soul, art thou cast down within me, Why art thou troubled and oppressed with grief? Hope thou in God, the God of thy salvation, Hope, and thy God will surely send relief.

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• [Psa 42:1] As Thirsts The Hart For Water Brooks

  As thirst the hart for water brooks, So thirsts my soul, O God, for Thee; It seeks for God, and ever looks, And longs the living God to see, And longs the living God to see. Far from the courts of God, my tears Have been my food by night and day, While constantly with bitter sneers, Where is thy God? the scoffers say, Where is thy God? the scoffers say. With grief I think of days gone by, When oft I trod the hallowed way To Zion, praising God on high With throngs who kept the holy day, With throngs who kept the holy day. O why art thou cast down, my soul, And why so troubled shouldst thou be? Hope thou in God, and Him extol, Who gives His saving help to me, Who gives His saving help to me.

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  source: Cyberhymnal