As Pants the Hart

As pants the hart for cooling streams

When heated in the chase

So longs my soul, O God, for thee

And thy refreshing grace

For thee, my God, the living God

My thirsty soul doth pine

O when shall I behold thy face

Thou majesty divine?

God of my strength, how long shall I

Like one forgotten mourn

Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed

To my oppressor's scorn?

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