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As pants the chased, thirsty hart

As pants the chased, thirsty hart

Author: John Barnard
Published in 1 hymnal

Representative Text

1. As pants the chased, thirsty hart
After the cooling brook,
So pants my soul for thee, O God,
For thee I longing look.
2. My soul for God, the living God,
Thirsts, while I'm exiled here;
When shall I come, and in thy courts,
Before my God appear?

3. My mourning tears, by day, and night,
Have been my constant food;
While, with continual insult, they
Have cried, "Where is thy God?"
4. My soul I pour out when I think
How to thy house I went
With multitudes; in joy, and praise,
Thy sacred day we spent.

5. Why so dejected, O my soul?
Why art thou restless grown?
Trust God; I yet shall sing his praise,
For his salvation shown.
6. Though O my God, my soul's cast down;
Remember thee I will,
From Jordan's banks, and Hermon's mount,
And Misar's lowly hill.

Second Part

7. Deep calls to deep; thy thunders roared.
And poured the waters down;
So o'er me have, with force and noise,
Thy waves and billows gone.
8. Thy loving-kindness yet, O Lord,
Shall brighten up the day;
Each night I'll anthems sing; to thee,
God of my life, I'll pray.

9. I'll humbly say to God, my rock,
"Why dost forget me so?
Why go I mourning, for the great
Oppression of the foe?"
10. It pierced my bones, as with a sword,
To hear my foes upbraid;
While daily they with impious scoffs,
"Where is thy God?" have said.

11. Why troubled? why cast down my soul!
Trust God: thou yet shall sing
Loud songs to him, who is thy God,
And health's unfailing spring.

A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752

Author: John Barnard

John Barnard, born in Boston, Nov. 6, 1681; in 1752 made a version of psalms with the music; settled at Marblehead; introduced new music ther; died Jan 14, 1770, aged 89. A Dictionary of Musical Information by John W. Moore, Boston: Oliver, Ditson & Company, 1876  Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: As pants the chased, thirsty hart
Author: John Barnard
Place of Origin: Marblehead, Massachusetts
Language: English


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A New Version of the Psalms of David #76

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