AS PANTS THE HART
1. As pants the
hart for cooling streams
When heated in the
chase,
So longs my soul, O
God, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing
grace.
2. Why restless,
why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will
employ
His aid for thee,
and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of
joy.
3. For Thee, my
God, the living God,
My thirsty soul
doth pine;
Oh, when shall I
behold Thy face,
Thou Majesty
Divine?
4. God of my
strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten,
mourn,
Forlorn, forsaken,
and exposed
To my oppressor's
scorn?
5. Why restless,
why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and
thou shalt sing
The praise of Him
who is thy God,
Thy health's
eternal spring.
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