42 (1)Psalm 42 Version 1CM
AS pants the hart for cooling streams,
    When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
    And Thy refreshing grace.
2  For Thee, my God, the living God,
    My thirsty soul doth pine;
O when shall I behold Thy face,
    Thou Majesty divine?
3  Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
    Trust God, Who will employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs
    To thankful hymns of joy.
4  God of my strength, how long shall I
    Like one forgotten mourn?
Forlorn, forsaken and exposed
    To my oppressor’s scorn?
5  Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
    Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him Who is thy God,
    Thy health’s eternal spring.
Nahum Tate, 1652-1715,
Nicholas Brady, 1659-1726