P.XLI | Church Hymn Book#P.XLII.I | P.XLII.II |
1 With earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look:
So pants the hunted hart to find,
And taste the cooling brook.
2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,
And meet my God again?
So long an absence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.
3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast;
The foe insults without control,
"And where’s your God at last?"
4 ’Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days;
Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.
5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far,
Beneath this heavy load?
My spirit, why indulge despair,
And sin against my God?
6 Hope in the Lord whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove;
For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring love.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | With earnest longings of the mind |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1816 |
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Topic: | Desertion and Hope |