1 As longs the deer for cooling streams
in parched and barren ways,
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?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
the praise of him who is thy God,
thy health’s eternal spring.
4 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
the God whom we adore,
be glory as it was, is now,
and shall be evermore.
|First Line:||As longs the deer for cooling streams|
|Title:||As Longs the Deer for Cooling Streams|
|Source:||New Version of the Psalms of David, 1696, alt.|
|Source:||William Gardiner's Sacred Melodies, 1815|