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Like as the hart doth pant and bray
Author: J. H. Hymnal: The Whole Book of Psalms #XLII (1790) Hymnal Title: The Whole Book of Psalms Lyrics: 1 Like as the hart doth pant and bray
the well-springs to obtain;
So doth my soul desire alway
with thee, Lord, to remain.
2 My soul doth thirst, and would draw near
the living God of might;
Oh, when shall I come and appear
in presence of his sight?
3 The tears all times are my repast
which from my eyes do slide,
Whilst wicked men cry out so fast,
Where now is God thy guide?
4 Alas, what grief is it to think
the freedom once I had!
Therefore my soul as at pit's brink,
most heavy is and sad.
5 For I did march in good array
with joyful company,
Unto the temple was our way,
to praise the Lord most high.
6 My soul, why art thou sad always,
and frett'st thus in my breast?
Trust still in God, for him to praise
I hold it ever best.
7 By him I succour have at need
against all pain and grief;
He is my God, who with all speed
doth haste to send relief.
8 My soul is vexed in me, and
therefore, O Lord, I will
Remember thee, from Jordan's land,
and Hennon's little hill.
The Second Part.
9 One grief another in doth call,
as clouds burst out their voice;
The floods of evil that do fall,
run over me with noise.
10 Yet I by day felt his goodness
and help at all assays,
Likewise at night I did not cease
the living God to praise.
11 I am persuaded thus to say
to him with reverence,
O Lord, thou art my guide and stay,
my 'rock and sure defence;
12 Why do I then in pensiveness,
hanging the head, thus walk,
While that my enemies oppress
and vex me with their talk?
13 For why? They pierce my inward parts
with pains to be abhorr'd,
When they cry out with stubborn hearts,
Where now is God thy Lord?
14 So soon, my soul, why dost thou faint,
with pain and grid opprest?
Why do sad thoughts without restraint
thus rage within my breast?
15 Trust in the Lord thy God always,
and thou the time shalt see,
To give him thanks with laud and praise,
for health restor'd to thee. Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: English
Like as the hart doth pant and bray
Quemadmodum
Author: J. H. Hymnal: The Whole Booke of Psalmes #21b (1640) Hymnal Title: The Whole Booke of Psalmes First Line: Like as the Hart doth breath & bray Lyrics: 1 Like as the hart doth breath & bray,
the well-springs to obtaine:
So doth my soule desire alway,
with thee Lord to remaine.
2 My soule doth thirst, and would draw neare
the living God of might:
O when shall I come and appeare
in presence of his sight?
3 The teares all times are my repast,
which from mine eyes do slide:
Whem wicked men cry out so fast,
Where now is God thy guide?
4 Alas what grief is it to think
the freedome once I had,
Therefore my soule, as at pits brink,
most heavie is and sad.
When I did march in good array,
funrished with my traine:
Unto the Temple was our way,
with songs and hearts most faine.
5 My soule why art thou sad alwaie,
and fretst thus in my brest?
Trust still in God for him to praise,
I hold it ever best.
By him I have succour at need
against all paine and grief:
He is my God which with all speed
will hast to send relief.
6 And thus my soule within me lord,
doth faint to think upon
The land of Jordan and record
the little hill Hermon.
The second Part.
7 One grief another in doth call,
as clouds burst out their voice:
The floods of evil that do fall,
run over me with noise.
8 Yet I by day felt his goodnesse,
and help at all assaies:
Likewise by night I did not cease
the living God to praise.
9 I am persuaded thus to say
to him with pure pretence:
O Lord, thou art my guide and stay,
my rock and sure defence.
Why do I then in pensivenesse,
hanging the head thus walk?
While that mine enemies oppresse,
and vex me with their talke.
10 For why? they pierce my inward parts
with pains to be abhor'd:
When they cry out with stubborn hearts,
Where now is God thy Lord?
11 So soon why dost thou faint and quaile,
my soule with paine opprest?
With thoughts thy dost thy self assaile,
so sore within my brest?
12 Trust in the Lord thy God alwaies,
and thou the time shalt see
To give him thanks with laud and praise,
for health restor'd to thee. Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: English
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