1 As pants the hart for cooling streams
when heated in the chase,
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.
Source: Ancient and Modern: hymns and songs for refreshing worship #591
|First Line:||As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase|
|Title:||As Pants the Hart|
|Source:||Tate and Brady's New Version, 1696, 1698|