Text: | As pants the hart for cooling streams |
Author: | Nahum Tate (1652-1715) |
Author: | Nicholas Brady (1659-1726) |
1 As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O Lord, 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 to think of happier days,
When thou, O Lord, wast nigh,
When every heart was tuned to praise,
And none more blest than I.
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.
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First Line: | As pants the hart for cooling streams |
Author: | Nahum Tate (1652-1715) |
Author: | Nicholas Brady (1659-1726) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1986 |
Topic: | Means of grace: Prayer |