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Like as the hart doth pant and bray,
the well-springs to obtain;
So doth my soul desire alway,
with thee, Lord, to remain.
My soul doth thirst, and would draw near
the living God of might;
Oh, when shall I come and appear
in presence of his sight
The tears all times are my repast,
which from my eyes do slide;
Whilst wicked men cry out so fast,
Where now is God thy guide?
Alas, what grief is it to think
the freedom once I had!
Therefore my soul, as at pit's brink,
most heavy is and sad.
For I did march in good array,
with joyful company,
Unto the temple was our way,
to praise the Lord most high.
My soul, why art thou sad always,
and frett'st thus in my breast!
Trust still in God, for him to praise
I hold it ever best.
By him I succor have at need
against all pain and grief;
He is my God, who with all speed
doth haste to send relief.
My soul is vexèd in me, and
therefore, O Lord, I will
Remember thee, from Jordan's land,
and Hennon's little hill.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1549,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 42:1-8;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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Song #
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| 1812 | # 42 |
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