As pants the hart for water brooks My soul pants, Lord, for Thee

Verse 1

As pants the hart for water-brooks, my soul pants, Lord, for thee;

Verse 2

for God, the living God, I thirst; God's courts when shall I see?

Verse 3

My tears have unto me been meat both in the night and day, While unto me continually, Where is thy God? they say.

Verse 4

My soul is poured out in me, when this I think upon; because that with the multitude I heretofore had gone; with them into God’s house I went, with voice of joy and praise; yea, with the multitude that kept the solemn holy days.

Verse 5

O why art thou cast down, my soul? why in me so dismayed? Trust God, for I shall praise him yet; his countenance is mine aid.

Verse 6

My God, my soul’s cast down in me: remember thee I will from Jordan’s land, and Hermon's heights, even from Mizar hill.

Verse 7

At voice of thy great water-spouts deep unto deep doth call; thy breaking waves pass over me, yea, and thy billows all.

Verse 8

His loving-kindness yet the Lord command will in the day; his song is with me in the night; to God, my life, I’ll pray.

Verse 9

I'll say to God my rock, O why dost thou forget me so? For the oppression of my foes why do I mourning go?

Verse 10

’Tis as a sword within my bones, when me my foes me upbraid; even when by them, Where is thy God? is daily to me said.

Verse 11

O why art thou cast down, my soul? Why thus with grief opprest art thou disquieted in me? In God still hope and rest: for yet I know I shall him praise, who graciously to me the health is of my countenance, yea, mine own God is he.