Transcriber's note: Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_). Small capital text has been replaced with all capitals. Variations in spelling, punctuation and hyphenation have been retained except in obvious cases of typographical error. Missing page numbers are page numbers that were not shown in the original text. * * * * * THE HART AND THE WATER-BROOKS; A PRACTICAL EXPOSITION OF THE FORTY-SECOND PSALM. BY THE REV. JOHN R. MACDUFF, AUTHOR OF "MORNING AND NIGHT WATCHES," "MEMORIES OF GENNESARET," "WORDS Of JESUS," ETC. ETC. "The portion of God's Word that is specially precious to me, more so than I am able to express, is Psalm forty-second."--HARRINGTON EVANS' LIFE, p. 399. "What a precious, soul-comforting Psalm is that forty-second!"--LIFE OF CAPTAIN HAMMOND, p. 289. LONDON: JAMES NISBET AND CO., 21 BERNERS STREET. M.DCCC.LX. EDINBURGH: PRINTED BY BALLANTYNE AND COMPANY, PAUL'S WORK. THE FORTY-SECOND PSALM. ¶ _To the Chief Musician_, MASCHIL, _for the Sons of Korah._ 1 As the hart panteth after the water-brooks,--so panteth my soul after thee, O God. 2 My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God:--when shall I come and appear before God? 3 My tears have been my meat day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? 4 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. 5 Why art thou cast down, O my soul?--and why art thou disquieted in me? Hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him For the help of his countenance [or, His presence is salvation]. 6 O my God, my soul is cast down within me: Therefore will I remember thee from the land of Jordan, and of the Hermonites, From the hill Mizar. 7 Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy water-spouts; All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. 8 Yet the Lord will command his loving-kindness in the day-time, And in the night his song shall be with me, And my prayer unto the God of my life. 9 I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? 10 As with a sword in my bones, mine enemies reproach me; While they say daily unto me, Where is thy God? 11 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.[1]