As the Hart Panteth [Out of Print]

As the hart panteth after the waterbrooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. My soul thirsteth, thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? My tears have been my

meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God,

with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holy day. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health

of my countenance, and my God.