Psalm 42

1. As the hart, about to falter,  / In its trembling agony,  / Longs for flowing streams of water,  / So, O God, I long for Thee.  / Yes, athirst for Thee I cry;  / God of life, O when shall I  / Come again to stand before Thee  / In Thy temple, and adore Thee?

2. Bitter tears of lamentation  / Are my food by night and day.  / In my deep humiliation  / “Where is now your God?” they say.  / Oh, my soul’s poured out in me,  / When I bring to memory  / How the throngs I would assemble,  / Shouting praises in Thy temple. 

3. O my soul, why are you grieving,  / Why disquieted in me?  / Hope in God, your faith retrieving:  / He will still your refuge be.  / I again shall laud His grace  / For the comfort of His face:  / He will show His help and favor,  / For He is my God and Savior.  / Dewey Westra, 1931, rev.