113   As Pants the Hart




[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]
For Thee my God the living God
My thirsty soul doth pine
O when shall I behold Thy face
Thou Majesty divine?

[3]
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.

[4]
To Father Son and Holy Ghost
The God whom we adore
Be glory as it was is now
And shall be evermore.