LIKE as the hart for water-brooks
Verse 1
LIKE as the hart for water-brooks In thirst doth pant and bray; So pants ray longing soul, O God, That come to Thee I may.
Verse 2
My soul for God, the living God, Doth thirst: when shall I near And in God's sight appear?
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:
Verse 5
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 6
Oh why art thou cast down, my soul? Why in me so dismay'd? Trust God, for I shall praise Him yet, His count'nance is mine aid.
Verse 7
My God, my soul's cast down in me; Thee therefore mind I will From Jordan's land, the Hermonites, And e'en from Mizar's hill.
Verse 8
At noise of Thy dread waterspouts, Deep unto deep doth call; Thy breaking waves pass over me, Yea, and Thy billows all.
Verse 9
Oh why art thou cast down, my soul? Why thus with grief opprest, Art thou disquieted in me? In God still hope and rest:
Verse 10
For yet I know I shall Him praise, Who graciously to me, The health is of my countenance, Yea, mine own God is He. a .