Tate and Brady

C.M.

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

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.