Like as the panting hart doth bray

Verse 1

Like as the panting hart doth bray After the water brooks; Ev'n in such wise, O God, my soul After thee panting looks;

Verse 2

For God, ev'n for the living God My soul it thirsteth sore; O when shall I come and appear The face of God before?

Verse 3

My tears have been unto me meat by night, likewise by day: While all daylong they unto me, Where is thy God? do say.

Verse 4

When as unto my memory These things recal I do, Then I pour out my soul in me: For I with troops did go. With them unto God's house I went With voice of joy and praise: I with a multitude did go, That did keep holy days.

Verse 5

My soul, why art cast down, and why Stirr'd in me? thy hope place In God, for praise him yet shall I For health is in his face.

Verse 6

My God my soul in me's cast down; Therefore thee mind I will From Jordan's land, and Hermonites, And from the little hill.

Verse 7

At sounding of thy water spouts, Deep unto deep doth call; Thy waves pass over me, likewise Thy breaking billows all.

Verse 8

His loving kindness ye the Lord command will in the day: And in the night his songs with me, To God my life I'll pray.

Verse 9

I'll say to God my rock, O why Hast thou forgotten me? For pressure of the enemy Why should I mourning be?

Verse 10

As with a sword within my bones, Mine en'mies me upbraid: While all the day, Where is thy God? They unto me have said.

Verse 11

My soul, O wherefore dost thou bow Thy self down heavily? And wherefore in me makest thou A stir tumultuously? Hope thou in God, because I shall With praise him yet advance; Who is my God, he also is Health of my countenance.