Tune: Geneva
Text: Psalter Psalm 42
As the hart, about to falter in its trembling agony,
Panteth for the brooks of water, so my soul doth long for thee.
Yea, athirst for thee, I cry, God of life, O when shall I
Come again to stand before thee in thy temple, and adore thee?"
Bitter tears of lamentation are my food by night and day;
In my deep humiliation, "Where is now thy God?" they say.
Yea, my soul doth melt in me, when I bring to memory
How of old I did assemble with the joyful in thy temple.
O my soul, why art thou grieving, why disquieted in me?
Hope in God, thy faith retrieving; let Him still thy refuge be.
I shall yet extol His grace for the comfort of His face;
He has ever turned my sorrow into gladness on the morrow.
But the Lord will send salvation, and by day his love provide;
He shall be my exaltation, and my song at eventide.
On his praise e'en in the night I will ponder with delight,
And in prayer, transcending distance, seek the God of my existence.
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wtbroughton 1 year ago
@wtbroughton- Thank You.. i appreciate that :)
kensingtonpalace 1 year ago
Thanks for sharing Jeremiah ✝
barbara5706 1 year ago
@barbara5706 you're very welcome, thx for viewing!
kensingtonpalace 1 year ago