Psalm 42

Music:

ST. AGNES

Lyrics:

Psalm 42.1  As in its thirst a fainting hart
to water brooks doth flee,
so pants my longing soul, O God,
that I may come to Thee.
2 My soul for God, the living God,
is thirsting; shall I near
before the face of God approach
and in His sight appear?

3 My tears have unto me been food
both in the night and day,
while unto me continu’lly,
“Where is your God?” they say.
4 Poured out within me is my soul
when this I think upon:
how often with the eager throng
I rev’rently had gone.

How to the house of God I went
with voice of joy and praise,
yea, with the multitude that kept
the solemn holy days.
5 O why, my soul, art thou bowed down?
Why so discouraged be?
Hope now in God! I’ll praise Him still!
My help, my God is He!

6 O God, my soul’s cast down in me;
I Thee remember will
from Jordan land, from Hermon’s height,
and ev’n from Mizar hill.
7 With thunder of Thy waterfalls
deep unto deep doth call;
Thy billows all roll over me;
on me Thy breakers fall.

8 And yet Jehovah will command
His mercy in the day;
by night His song shall be with me;
to God, my Life, I’ll pray.
9 To God Who is my rock I’ll say,
“O why forget me so?”
Beneath oppression of my foes
why do I mourning go?”

10 As with a sword within my bones
my enemies upbraid,
while unto me, “Where is thy God?”
continu’lly is said.
11 O why, my soul, art thou bowed down?
Why so discouraged be?
Hope now in God! I’ll praise Him still!
My Help, my God is He!