As Pants the Hart

Verse 1

As longs the deer for cooling streams in parched and barren ways, so longs my soul, O God, for Thee and Thy refreshing grace.

Verse 2

For Thee, my God, the living God, my thirsty soul doth pine; O when shall I behold Thy face, Thou majesty divine?

Verse 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.

Verse 4

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, the God whom we adore, be glory as it was, is now, and shall be evermore.