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Translation by John Hopkins

Like as the Hart
Language: English  after the Latin 
My soul, why art thou sad always,
and frettest thus in my breast!
Trust still in God, for him to praise I hold it ever best.
Like as the hart doth pant and pray,
the wellsprings to obtain;
so doth my soul desire alway,
with thee, Lord, to remain.
My soul doth thirst, and would draw near
the living God of might;
Oh, when shall I come and appear
in presence of his sight.
Alas, what grief is it to think
the freedom once I had!
Therefore my soul, as at pit's brink,
most heavy is and sad.
For I did march in good array,
in joyful company,
unto the temple was our way
to praise the Lord most high.
By him I succor have at need
against all pain and grief;
he is my God who with all speed
doth haste to send relief.
Like as the hart doth pant and bray,
the wellsprings to obtain;
so doth my soul desire alway,
with thee, Lord, to remain.

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This text was added to the website: 2007-05-04
Line count: 27
Word count: 168