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  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  God of my strength, how long shall I,

       Like one forgotten, mourn,

    Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed

       To my oppressor's scorn?

 5  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.