Psal. 42.
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To the cheef Musitian Maschil for the Sonns of
Chorah. It mistically expresseth a Christian mans estate
wandring through the Hopes, Doubts, & Feares, of this
life &c. It is vsefull, when inward or out ward afflictions
tempt to despaire of God's love; or, when
we are hindred from frequenting his assemblies, &c.
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Lord, as that Hart which water wants,
So, longs, my soul for thee:
Eternal God! so thirsts & pants
My soul, thy face to see.
My teares, are day & night my meat:
And, when I hear them saie,
VVhere is thy God? the greef of it
Consumes my hart awaie.
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For, heretofore I went among
Thy folke on holy-dayes;
Them, to thy house, I ledd along,
And, there wee sung thy praise.
My Soul, why art thou so opprest:
In mee, why art thou sad?
Still, praise thou God, & on him rest;
For, he will make thee glad.
3
My Soul, oh God! is faint in mee,
Yet, thinck on thee I will,
Though Iordans land I cannot see,
Nor Hermons litle Hill.
The, deepes vpon each other call,
When thy loud stormes descend;
And, over me, thy Billowes fall.
But, Lord, thou help wilt send.
4
For day & night, I'le sing & pray
Oh God (my life) to thee:
My God my Rock; to thee, I'le say,
Why thus forsak'st thou mee?
Why am I suffred still to mourne,
Afflicted by my foes?
UUhere is thy God? they say in scorne;
And, through my bones it goes.
5
My soul, why art thou so opprest?
Why art thou sad in mee?
Stil praise thou God; & on him rest
For; he my God will be.