As Pants the Deer

1 As pants the deer for streams of living water;
So longs my soul, O living God, for Thee;
I thirst for Thee, for Thee my heart is yearning.
When shall I come Thy gracious face to see?

2 O Lord my God, o'erwhelmed in deep affliction;
Far from Thy rest, to Thee I lift my soul;
Deep calls to deep and storms of trouble thunder,
While o'er my head the waves and billows roll.

3 Thou wilt command Thy servant's consolation.
Thy loving-kindness yet shall cheer my day,
And in the night Thy song shall be my comfort;
God of my life, to Thee I still will pray.

4 Why, O my soul, are thou cast down within me,
Why are thou troubled and oppressed with grief?
Hope thou in God, the God of thy salvation;
Hope, and thy God will surely send relief.

Source: Psalms of Grace #42b