As pants the chased, thirsty hart

Verse 1

As pants the chased, thirsty hart After the cooling brook, So pants my soul for thee, O God, For thee I longing look.

Verse 2

My soul for God, the living God, Thirsts, while I'm exiled here; When shall I come, and in thy courts, Before my God appear?

Verse 3

My mourning tears, by day, and night, Have been my constant food; While, with continual insult, they Have cried, "Where is thy God?"

Verse 4

My soul I pour out when I think How to thy house I went With multitudes; in joy, and praise, Thy sacred day we spent.

Verse 5

Why so dejected, O my soul? Why art thou restless grown? Trust God; I yet shall sing his praise, For his salvation shown.

Verse 6

Though O my God, my soul's cast down; Remember thee I will, From Jordan's banks, and Hermon's mount, And Misar's lowly hill.

Verse 7

Deep calls to deep; thy thunders roared. And poured the waters down; So o'er me have, with force and noise, Thy waves and billows gone.

Verse 8

Thy loving-kindness yet, O Lord, Shall brighten up the day; Each night I'll anthems sing; to thee, God of my life, I'll pray.

Verse 9

I'll humbly say to God, my rock, "Why dost forget me so? Why go I mourning, for the great Oppression of the foe?"

Verse 10

It pierced my bones, as with a sword, To hear my foes upbraid; While daily they with impious scoffs, "Where is thy God?" have said.

Verse 11

Why troubled? why cast down my soul! Trust God: thou yet shall sing Loud songs to him, who is thy God, And health's unfailing spring.