Psalm 42 v1-5 (Tune: Sphor)

Support the psalms: www.patreon.com/psalms Psalm 42 from the Scottish Psalter of 1650. Recorded at the 6th Glasgow Psalmody Recital (December 1976), used with permission. 1 Like as the hart for water-brooks in thirst doth pant and bray; So pants my longing soul, O God, that come to thee I may. 2 My soul for God, the living God, doth thirst: when shall I near Unto thy countenance approach, and in God's sight appear? 3 My tears have unto me been meat, both in the night and day, While unto me continually, Where is thy God? they say. 4 My soul is pourèd out in me, when this I think upon; Because that with the multitude I heretofore had gone: With them into God's house I went, with voice of joy and praise; Yea, with the multitude that kept the solemn holy days. 5 O why art thou cast down, my soul? why in me so dismayed? Trust God, for I shall praise him yet, his count'nance is mine aid.