PART OF THE FORTY-SECOND PSALM.
As the frightened, stricken deer
Pants for cooling water-brooks,
So my spirit thirsts for thee,
So to thee, my God, it looks.
Pants for cooling water-brooks,
So my spirit thirsts for thee,
So to thee, my God, it looks.
Night and day have seen my tears;
I have felt thy chastening rod:
When shall I be nearer thee;
When behold the living God?
I have felt thy chastening rod:
When shall I be nearer thee;
When behold the living God?
O'er departed hours I mourn,
When I joyful sang thy praise
With the grateful, happy throng,
Who love to keep thy holy days.
When I joyful sang thy praise
With the grateful, happy throng,
Who love to keep thy holy days.
Why art thou cast down, my soul?
Why disquieted in vain?
Hope in God; for thou shalt yet
Praise his boundless love again.
Why disquieted in vain?
Hope in God; for thou shalt yet
Praise his boundless love again.
O, my God, my spirit faints;
Waves of sorrow o'er me roll;
Terror, like a sullen deep.
Overwhelms my sinking soul.
Waves of sorrow o'er me roll;
Terror, like a sullen deep.
Overwhelms my sinking soul.
