Hymnal ‎#451

451. As pants the hart for cooling streams

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?
Trust God; Who will employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

4 God of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn,
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
To my oppressor's scorn?

5 My heart is pierced, as with a sword,
While thus my foes upbraid:
"Vain boaster, where is now thy God?
And where His promised aid?"

6 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.

Text Information

• First Line: As pants the hart for cooling streams
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1871
• Notes: first rank hymn

Tune Information

(No tune information)