Tate and Brady

As pants the hart for cooling streams,
      When heated in the chase;

Psalm 42

 

As pants the hart for cooling streams,
      When heated in the chase;
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
      And Thy refreshing grace.

For Thee, my God, the living God,
      My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh, when shall I behold Thy face,
      Thou Majesty divine?

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.

God of my strength, how long shall I,
      Like one forgotten, mourn;
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
      To my oppressor’s scorn?

I sigh to think of happier days,
      When Thou, O Lord! wast nigh;
When every heart was tuned to praise,
      And none more blessed than I.

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

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