Tate and Brady
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.