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 For thee, my God, the living God,
my thirsty soul doth pine;
O when shall I behold thy face,
thou Majesty divine!
3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, and he'll employ
his aid for thee, and change these sighs
to thankful hymns of joy.
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.