As Pants the Hart for Cooling Streams

Words from Psalm 42.  Verses 1,5 Tate and Brady's New Version, 1696 
Verses 2-4 Kathy Kuhl, 2005, Alt Davide Marney, 2005
Music by Davide Marney, 2005
 
As pants the hart for cool-ing streams when heat-ed in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for thee, and thy re-fresh-ing grace.
For thee, my God, O Lord, my thirs-ty soul does pine;
O when shall I be-hold thy face, thou Maj-es-ty di-vine!
A-men.

My tears have fed me day and night, while oth-ers al-ways say,
"Where is thy God?"  But I re-call the crowd a-long the way.
To God's house with glad shouts, I led the fes-tive throng.
So hope in God, His sav-ing help, I'll praise with joy-ful song.
A-men.

With roar-ing of thy ca-ta-racts, the deep calls un-to deep.
Thy bil-lows all pass o-ver me, thy waves up-on me sweep.
By day, Lord you com-mand your ev-er-last-ing love.
At night your song is in my heart, in prayer to you a-bove.
A-men.

I say to God, "Why do I mourn when en-e-mies op-press?
Oh, why have you for-got-ten me? My soul is in dis-tress."
As with a dead-ly wound, my en-e-mies taunt me.
They mock and say, "Where is thy God?", but I will hope in thee.
A-men.

Why rest-less, why cast down, my soul?  Trust God and he'll em-ploy
His aid for thee and change these sighs to thank-ful hymns of joy.
Why rest-less, why cast down?  Hope still and you shall sing
The praise of him who is thy God, thy health's e-ter-nal spring.
A-men.