Text: | As after the water brooks panteth |
Author: | N. F. S. Grundtvig |
Translator: | C. Doving |
1 As after the water brooks panteth
The heart when it sinks in the chase,
So thirsteth my soul, as it fainteth,
For Thee, O my God, and Thy grace;
For Thou art the Fount everliving,
Who unto the thirsty art giving
The water of life that I need.
2 Thou, Thou art my Rock of salvation,
My house I have built upon Thee;
O if Thou shouldst fail as foundation,
My ruin it surely would be;
Lord, deep unto deep now is calling,
Thy waves and Thy billows appalling
Arise to go over my soul.
3 His light and His truth, they shall lead me
In peace to His temple at last;
I rest on His Word, He will speed me,
And conflict and sorrow are past;
Yea, joyful I anthems will raise Him,
With heart and with voice will I praise Him,
My Health and my Life and my God.
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First Line: | As after the water brooks panteth |
Translator: | C. Doving |
Author: | N. F. S. Grundtvig |
Publication Date: | 1918 |
Topic: | The Word of God |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. Tune: SOM TORSTIGE HJORT |