As Pants the Hart

1 Far from Thy sacred courts my tears
Have been my food by night and day,
While constantly, with bitter sneers,
“Where is thy God?” the scoffers say.

Refrain:
As pants the hart for water brooks,
So pants my soul, O God, for Thee:
For Thee it thirsts, to Thee it looks,
And longs the living God to see.

2 These things I’ll call to mind, and cry,
When I shall tread the sacred way
To Zion, praising God on high,
With throngs who keep the holy day. [Refrain]

3 O why art thou cast down, my soul?
And what should so disquiet thee?
Still hope in God, and Him extol,
Whose face brings saving health to me. [Refrain]

Source: Gospel Hymns No. 6 #149

• MIDI file from Gospel Hymns No. 6 #149