As the hart, with eager looks

Verse 1

As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for thee, Pants the living God to see; When, oh, when, with filial fear, Lord, shall I to thee draw near?

Verse 2

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.