1 As pants the hart for cooling springs,
So longs my soul, O King of kings,
Thy face in near approach to see,
So thirsts, great Source of Life, for Thee.
2 With ardent zeal, with strong desires,
To Thee, to Thee my soul aspires;
When shall I reach thy blest abode?
When meet the presence of my God?
3 God of my strength, attend my cry,
Say why, my great Preserver, why
Excluded from thy sight I go,
And bend beneath a weight of wo?
4 Why thus, my soul, with care opprest?
And whence the woes that fill my breast?
In all thy cares, in all thy woes,
On God thy steadfast hope repose.
5 To Him my thanks shall still be paid,
My sure defence, my constant aid;
His name my zeal shall ever raise,
And dictate to my lips his praise.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #422
As pants the hart for cooling springs. J. Merrick. [Ps. xlii.] This metrical paraphrase of Ps. xlii. appeared in Merrick's Psalms Tr. or Paraphrased in English Verse, 1765, in 16 stanzas of 4 lines. Various compilations have been made therefrom, as in Collyer's Selection of 1812, the Islington Collection of 1830, and others.
-- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)