As Thirsts the Hart for Water Brooks

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

And longs the liv­ing God to see.

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

Where is thy God? the scoff­ers say.

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

With throngs who kept the ho­ly day.

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

Who gives His sav­ing help to me.

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

For con­so­la­tion and re­lief.

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

The waves of sor­row near me swell.

Though trou­bles surge

yet through the day

The Lord His gra­cious help will give

And in the night my heart will pray

And sing to Him in whom I live

And sing to Him in whom I live.

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

Oppressed by foes that know not Thee?

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.

Where is thy God? the scoff­ers sneer.

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

Who gives His sav­ing help to me.