My Soul, O Lord, Doth Thirst

Verse 1

My soul, O Lord, doth thirst for Thee, Nor can be satisfied; With temporal felicity Whilst Thou art it denied; Whilst Thou art it denied, O Lord, My soul's unsatisfied, Nothing will joy my life afford I Thou art it denied;

Verse 2

In Thee alone my soul would rest, In Thee alone abide; If Thou be near, howe'er oppressed, Lord, I am satisfied. My soul would follow after Thee, With never-flagging zeal; May it no other object see, No other motive feel; No other motive feel, No other motive feel.

Verse 3

Hard after Thee my soul would press, Lord, fire my zeal anew, Inflame my heart with righteousness, And keep Thou in my view. Abide within me, glorious Lord, Then I'll be satisfied, Resting for ever in Thy word, Pardoned and sanctified; Pardoned and sanctified, Pardoned and sanctified.