Songs

As pants the hart for cooling streams

277
					C.M.

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;
	Oh, when shall I behold thy face,
	Thou Majesty divine!

3	Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
	Trust God, and he'll 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	 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.

							N. Tate & N. Brady