Wednesday, April 30th | Psalm 42

Passage:
1 As a deer pants for flowing streams,
 so pants my soul for you, O God.
2 My soul thirsts for God,
 for the living God.
 When shall I come and appear before God?
3 My tears have been my food
 day and night,
 while they say to me all the day long,
 “Where is your God?”
4 These things I remember,
 as I pour out my soul:
how I would go with the throng
 and lead them in procession to the house of God
with glad shouts and songs of praise,
 a multitude keeping festival.
5 Why are you cast down, O my soul,
 and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
 my salvation and my God.

6 My soul is cast down within me;
 therefore I remember you
from the land of Jordan and of Hermon,
 from Mount Mizar.
7 Deep calls to deep
 at the roar of your waterfalls;
all your breakers and your waves
 have gone over me.
8 By day the LORD commands his steadfast love,
 and at night his song is with me,
 a prayer to the God of my life.
9 I say to God, my rock:
 “Why have you forgotten me?
Why do I go mourning
 because of the oppression of the enemy?”
10 As with a deadly wound in my bones,
 my adversaries taunt me,
 while they say to me all the day long,
 “Where is your God?”
11 Why are you cast down, O my soul,
 and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him,
 my salvation and my God.
(Psalm 42:1–11)

Song:
Psalm 42 (I Will Praise Him Again) by Jonny Robinson and Tiarne Tranter

Lyrics:
Why my soul are you downcast
Why are you troubled within
For I will hope in my Saviour my God
And will praise Him yet praise Him again

Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
I will praise Him yet praise Him again

Morning by morning new mercies are streaming
I trust in your goodness where I cannot see
You have been faithful whenever I wandered
Lord give me the hope that I need

Prayer:
Come, O Lord my God,
my soul is a thirst for thee.
As the deer longs for the waterbrooks,
so longs my soul for thee.
Hasten to my aid.
Draw me to thyself.
Fill me with thy presence.
Make me a temple of thy Spirit. Amen.
—Ambrose of Milan