1 As pants the hart for cooling streams
in parched and barren ways
so longs my soul for you, O God,
and your refreshing grace.
2 For you, my God, the living God,
my thirsting soul will pine:
O when shall I behold your face,
your majesty divine?
3 God of my strength, my tears have been
by day and night my food;
the mockers taunt continually
and say: 'Where is your God?'
4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and you shall sing
the praise of him who is your God,
your health's eternal spring.
|First Line:||As pants the hart for cooling streams|
|Author:||Nahum Tate, 1652-1715|
|Author:||Nicholas Brady, 1659-1726|
|Topic:||Anxiety; Comfort; Confidence(7 more...)|
|Composer:||Hugh Wilson, 1766-1824|
|Adapter:||Robert Archibald Smith, 1780-1829|