My Help And My God (Psalm 42)
Deer runs to the stream,
My parched soul cries out for You,
O my Living God.
Thirsting in the dust,
When will I draw near to You?
Show Your Face to me. (hummmm)
Memory of joy,
Crowds marching to temple gates,
Shouting praise and song.
Why are you cast down?
Wait and put your hope in Him,
Praise your Savior-God.
Love sent through the day,
Night brings songs to fill my heart,
Prayer to my true
life.
Why are you cast down?
Hope again and praise His Name,
My help and my God.
Tears are all I eat,
Mocking voices ask
me now:
“Where is your God gone?”
Far from Jordan’s flow,
Hermon’s peaks and Mount Mizar,
I still think of You.
Memorie de grant joie,
Li pueples va au temple en haut,
Chantant haut et criant loenge.
Por coi es tu si triste,
asmee?
Atent et mec t’esperance en Lui,
Loë ton Deu, ton Sauveor.
Amor tramet par le jor ne,
La nuit aporte cançor au cuer,
Proiere a ma veraie vie.
Por coi es tu si triste,
asmee? Espere encores et loë son Non,
Mon aiude, mon verai Deu. (ahhhh)
Raging waters call,
Breakers crashing over me,
Your deep floods sweep down.
Rock who forgot me,
Why must I walk wrapped in grief,
Crushed by cruel foes?
Pain breaks through my bones,
Enemies taunt me each day:
“Where is your God now?”
Memory
of joy,
Crowds marching to temple gates,
Shouting praise and song.
Why are you cast down?
Wait and put your hope in Him,
Praise your Savior-God. (hummmm)
Love sent
through the day, Night brings songs to fill my heart,
Prayer to my true life.
Why are you cast
down? Hope
again
and praise His Name,
My
help and
my God.