As pants the hart for cooling springs, So longs my soul, O King of kings

Verse 1

As pants the hart for cooling springs, So longs my soul, O King of kings, Thy face in near approach to see, So thirsts, great Source of life, for Thee.

Verse 2

With ardent zeal, with strong desires, To Thee, to Thee my soul aspires; When shall I reach Thy blest abode? When meet the presence of my God?

Verse 3

God of my strength, attend my cry, Say why, my great Preserver, why Excluded from Thy sight I go, And bend beneath a weight of woe?

Verse 4

Why thus, my soul, with care opprest? And whence the woes that fill my breast? In all Thy cares, in all Thy woes, On God thy steadfast hope repose.

Verse 5

To Him my thanks shall still be paid, My sure defence, my constant aid; His name my zeal shall ever raise, And dictate to my lips His praise.