1 

As pants the hart for cooling streams

   When heated in the chase,

So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,

   And Thy refreshing grace.

 2 

Why restless, why cast down, my soul?

   Trust God, who will employ

His aid for thee, and change these sighs

   To thankful hymns of joy.

 3 

For Thee, my God, the living God,

   My thirsty soul doth pine;

Oh, when shall I behold Thy face,

   Thou Majesty Divine?

 4 

God of my strength, how long shall I,

   Like one forgotten, mourn,

Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed

   To my oppressor's scorn?

 5 

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.