As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs,
That sinks exhausted in the summer's chase,
So pants my soul for Thee, great King of kings,
So thirsts to reach Thy sacred dwelling place.
Tune Title: [Perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?]First Line: Perfect peace, in this dark world of sin?Composer: Chopin; J. B. HerbertIncipit: 33432 17655 44543Date: 1916