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As Pants the Hart
Hymnal: Sacred Songs and Solos #643 (1890) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: As pants the hart for cooling streams Topics: Prayer and Worship Scripture: Psalm 42:2 Languages: English Tune Title: SPOHR
As Pants the Hart
As pants the hart for cooling streams
Hymnal: The Congregational Hymn Book #655 (1857)
As pants the hart for cooling streams
As pants the hart for cooling streams
Author: Henry F. Lyte Hymnal: The New Laudes Domini #657 (1892) Topics: Christian Experience Conflict with Sin Languages: English Tune Title: CHERITH
As pants the hart for cooling streams
As pants the Hart for cooling Streams
Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #XLII (1760) Lyrics: 1 As pants the Hart for cooling streams,
when heated in the Chace;
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 Tears are my constant Food, while thus
insulting Foes upbraid:
"Deluded Wretch! where's now thy God?
"And where his promis'd Aid?"
4 I sigh whene'er my musing Thoughts
those happy Days present,
When I with Troops of pious Friends
thy Temple did frequent;
When I advanc'd with Songs of Praise,
my solemn Vows to pay;
And led the joyful sacred Throng,
and kept the Festal Day.
5 Why restless, why cast down, my Soul?
trust God; and He'll employ
His Aid for thee, and change these Sighs
to thankful Hymns of Joy.
6 My Soul's cast down, o God; but thinks
on Thee and Sion, still;
From Jordan's Bank, from Hermon's Heights,
And Missar's humbler Hill.
7 One Trouble calls another on;
and, bursting o'er my Head,
Fall spouting down, till round my Soul,
a roaring Sea is spread.
8 But when thy Presence, Lord of Life,
has once dispell'd this Storm,
To Thee I'll midnight Anthems sing,
and all my Vows perform.
9 God of my Strength, how long shall I,
like one forgotten, mourn,
Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd
to my Oppressor's Scorn?
10 My Heart is pierc'd, as with a Sword,
whilst thus my Foes upbraid;
"Vain Boaster, where is now thy God?
"and where His promis'd Aid?"
11 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. Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: English
As pants the Hart for cooling Streams
As pants the hart for cooling streams
Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms with occasional hymns (Charleston hymnal) #P.XV (1792) Lyrics: 1 As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chace;
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?
5 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.
6 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.
Scripture: Psalm 42:1-2 Languages: English
As pants the hart for cooling streams
As pants the hart for cooling streams
Hymnal: The Psalms of David #42 (1789) Lyrics: 1 As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chace;
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 Tears are my constant food, while thus
Insulting foes upbraid;
"Deluded wretch! where's now thy God?
"And where his promis'd aid?"
4 I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts,
Those happy days present,
When I, with troops of pious friends,
Thy temple did frequent:
5 When I advanc'd with songs of praise,
My solemn vows to pay;
And led the joyful sacred throng,
And kept the festal day.
6 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God; and he'll employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.
7 My soul's cast down, O God; but thinks
On thee and Sion still'
From Jordan's banks, from Hermon's height,
And Mizar's humbler hill.
8 One trouble calls another on;
And, bursting o'er my head,
Fall spouting down, till round my soul
A roaring sea is spread.
9 But when thy presence, Lord of life,
Has once dispell'd this storm,
To thee I'll midnight anthems sing,
And all my vows perform.
10 God of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn,
Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd
To my oppressor's scorn?
11 My heart is pierc'd as with a sword,
Whilst thus my foes upbraid;
"Vain boaster, where is now thy God?
"And where His promis'd aid?"
12 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. Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: English
As pants the hart for cooling streams
As pants the Hart for cooling Streams
Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #84 (1754) Lyrics: 1 As pants the Hart for cooling streams,
when heated in the Chace;
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 Tears are my constant Food, while thus
insulting Foes upbraid:
"Deluded Wretch! where's now thy God?
"And where his promis'd Aid?"
4 I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts
those happy Days present,
When I with Troops of pious Friends
thy Temple did frequent;
When I advanc'd with Songs of Praise,
my solemn Vows to pay;
And led the joyful sacred Throng,
and kept the Festal Day.
5 Why restless, why cast down, my Soul?
Trust God; and He'll employ
His Aid for thee, and change these Sighs
to thankful Hymns of Joy.
6 My Soul's cast down, o God; but thinks
on Thee, and Sion, still;
From Jordan's Bank, from Hermon's Heights,
And Missar's humbler Hill.
7 One Trouble calls another on;
and, bursting o'er my Head,
Fall spouting down, till round my Soul,
a roaring Sea is spread.
8 But when thy Presence, Lord of Life,
has once dispell'd this Storm,
To Thee I'll midnight Anthems sing,
and all my Vows perform.
9 God of my Strength, how long shall I,
like one forgotten, mourn,
Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd
to my Oppressor's Scorn?
10 My Heart is pierc'd, as with a Sword,
whilst thus my Foes upbraid;
"Vain Boaster, where is now thy God?
"and where His promis'd Aid?"
11 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. Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: English
As pants the Hart for cooling Streams
Longing for God
Author: Henry Francis Lyte Hymnal: Uplifted Voices #147 (1901) First Line: As pants the hart for cooling streams Lyrics: 1 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;
Oh, when shall I behold Thy face,
Thou majesty divine?
3 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. Tune Title: [As pants the hart for cooling streams]
Longing for God
As pants the hart for cooling streams
Hymnal: The Book of Worship #353 (1867) Lyrics: 1 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;
Oh when shall I behold Thy face,
Thou Majesty divine?
3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God; and He'll employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.
4 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. Topics: Man a Saint Thirsting After God Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: English
As pants the hart for cooling streams
As pants the hart for cooling streams
Hymnal: Hymnal #451 (1871) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 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 My heart is pierced, as with a sword,
While thus my foes upbraid:
"Vain boaster, where is now thy God?
And where His promised aid?"
6 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.
Languages: English
As pants the hart for cooling streams
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