Verse 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.

Verse 2

For thee, my God, the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine: O when shall I behold thy face, Thou majesty divine?

Verse 3

God of my strength,how long shall I, Like one forgotten,mourn? Forlorn,forsaken,and exposed To my oppressor’s scorn.

Verse 4

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.

Background: As Pants The Hart For Cooling Streams