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Like as the hart for water brooks in

Like as the hart for water-brooks
in thirst doth pant and bray;
So pants my longing soul, O God,
that come to thee I may.

My soul for God, the living God,
doth thirst: when shall I near
Unto thy countenance approach,
and in Godís sight appear?

My tears have unto me been meat,
both in the night and day,
While unto me continually,
Where is thy God? they say.

My soul is poured out in me,
when this I think upon;
Because that with the multitude
I heretofore had gone:

With them into Godís house I went,
with voice of joy and praise;
Yea, with the multitude that kept
the solemn holy days.

O why art thou cast down, my soul?
why in me so dismayíd?
Trust God, for I shall praise him yet,
his countínance is mine aid.

My God, my soulís cast down in me;
thee therefore mind I will
From Jordanís land, the Hermonites,
and evín from Mizar hill.

At the noise of thy water-spouts
deep unto deep doth call;
Thy breaking waves pass over me,
yea, and thy billows all.

His loving-kindness yet the Lord
command will in the day,
His songís with me by night; to God,
by whom I live, Iíll pray:

And I will say to God my rock,
Why me forgettíst thou so?
Why, for my foesí oppression,
thus mourning do I go?

íTis as a sword within my bones,
when my foes me upbraid;
Evín when by them, Where is thy God?
ítis daily to me said.

O why art thou cast down, my soul?
why, thus with grief opprest,
Art thou disquieted in me?
in God still hope and rest:

For yet I know I shall him praise,
who graciously to me
The health is of my countenance,
yea, mine own God is he.

marker 99
Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
      Bible Refs: Ps 42;
      Name: DEDHAM
      Meter: 8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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