Psalms of David 42
42
PSALM XLII.
C. M.
1AS pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase;
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.
2For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine:
O when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!
3Tears are my constant food, while thus
Insulting foes upbraid:
Deluded wretch! where’s now thy God?
And where his promis’d aid?
4I sigh whene’er my musing thoughts
Those happy days present,
When I with troops of pious friends
Thy temple did frequent:
When I advanc’d with songs of praise
My solemn vows to pay,
And led the joyful sacred throng,
That kept the festal day.
5Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.
6My soul’s cast down, O God, but thinks
On thee and Sion still;
From Jordan’s bank, from Hermon’s heights,
And Mizar’s humbler hill.
7One trouble calls another on,
And gath’ring o’er my head,
Fall spouting down, till round my soul
A roaring sea is spread.
8But when thy presence, Lord of life,
Has once dispell’d this storm,
To thee I’ll midnight anthems sing,
And all my vows perform.
9God of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn?
Forlorn, forsaken, and expos’d
To my oppressor’s scorn
10My heart is pierc’d, as with a sword,
Whilst thus my foes upbraid,
Vain boaster, where is now thy God?
And where his promis’d aid?
11Why 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.
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Psalms of David 42
42
PSALM XLII.
C. M.
1AS pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase;
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.
2For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine:
O when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!
3Tears are my constant food, while thus
Insulting foes upbraid:
Deluded wretch! where’s now thy God?
And where his promis’d aid?
4I sigh whene’er my musing thoughts
Those happy days present,
When I with troops of pious friends
Thy temple did frequent:
When I advanc’d with songs of praise
My solemn vows to pay,
And led the joyful sacred throng,
That kept the festal day.
5Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.
6My soul’s cast down, O God, but thinks
On thee and Sion still;
From Jordan’s bank, from Hermon’s heights,
And Mizar’s humbler hill.
7One trouble calls another on,
And gath’ring o’er my head,
Fall spouting down, till round my soul
A roaring sea is spread.
8But when thy presence, Lord of life,
Has once dispell’d this storm,
To thee I’ll midnight anthems sing,
And all my vows perform.
9God of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn?
Forlorn, forsaken, and expos’d
To my oppressor’s scorn
10My heart is pierc’d, as with a sword,
Whilst thus my foes upbraid,
Vain boaster, where is now thy God?
And where his promis’d aid?
11Why 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.
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