P.XVII. As pants the hart for cooling streams

1 As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chace,
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 I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts
Those happy days present,
When I with troops of pious friends
Thy temple did frequent;

4 When I advanc'd with songs of praise,
My solemn vows to pay,
And led the joyful sacred throng
And kept the festal day.

5 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.

6 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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First Line: As pants the hart for cooling streams
Language: English
Publication Date: 1789
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Topic: Psalms of Prayer, suited to various Circumstances of Life
Source: Tate and Brady's New Version
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