As the hart, with eager looks,
Panteth for the water-brooks,
So my soul, athirst for Thee,
Pants the loving God to see:
When, O when, with filial fear,
Lord, shall I to Thee draw near?
Tears my food by night, by day,
Grief consumes my strength away;
While his craft the Tempter plies,
"Where is now Thy God?" he cries;
This would sink me to despair
But I pour my soul in prayer.
For, in happier times, I went,
Where the multitudes frequent;
I, with them, was wont to bring
Homage to Thy courts, my King!
I with them was wont to raise
Festal hymns on holy days.
Why art thou cast down, my soul!
God, thy God, shall make thee whole:
Why art thou disquieted?
God shall lift thy fallen head;
And his countenance benign
Be the saving health of thine.
Sacred Poems and Hymns
|Instances (1 - 1 of 1)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Cyber Hymnal #10464||As The Hart, With Eager Looks||As the hart, with eager looks||TURIN||James Montgomery||77.77.77||<cite>Songs of Zion</cite>, 1822|