1 Verse:
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 Verse:
For thee, my God, The living God
my thirsty soul does pine;
O when shall I behold thy face,
thou majesty divine!
Instrumental:
3 Verse:
God of my strength, how long shall I
Like one forgotten mourn
forlorn, forsaken and exposed
to my oppressors scorn?
4 Verse:
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.
