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As Thirsts the Hart for Water Brooks

As thirsts the hart for water brooks

Published in 7 hymnals

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1 As thirsts the hart for water brooks,
So thirsts my soul, O God for Thee;
It seeks for God, and ever looks
And longs the living God to see.

2 Far from the courts of God, my tears
Have been my food by night and day,
While constantly with bitter sneers,
Where is thy God, the scoffers say.

3 With grief I think of days gone by,
when oft I trod the hallowed way
To Zion, praising God on high
With throngs who kept the holy day.

4 O why art thou cast down, my soul,
And why so troubled shouldst thou be?
Hope thou in God, and Him extol,
Who gives His saving help to me.

5 Since, O my God, my soul is bowed,
In exile far, with bitter grief,
I turn my thoughts to Thy abode
For consolation and relief.

6 With mighty voice deep calls to deep,
While raging storms Thy judgments tell;
The angry billows o'er me leap,
The waves of sorrow near me swell.

7 Thought troubles surge, yet through the day
The Lord His gracious help will give,
And in the night my heart shall pray
And sing to Him in Whom I live.

8 To God my Rock I cry and say,
O why hast Thou forgotten me?
Why go I mourning on my way,
Oppressed by foes that know not Thee?

9 With anguish as from piercing sword
Reproach of bitter foes I hear,
While day by day, with taunting word
Where is thy God, the scoffers sneer.

10 O why art thou cast down, my soul,
And why so troubled shouldst thou be?
Hope thou in God, and Him extol,
Who gives His saving help to me.

The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912

Text Information

First Line: As thirsts the hart for water brooks
Title: As Thirsts the Hart for Water Brooks
Meter: 8.8.8.8
Language: English
Refrain First Line: O why art thou cast down, my soul

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The Cyber Hymnal #286
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