As pants the hart for cool­ing streams,
When heat­ed in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee
And Thy re­fresh­ing grace.

For Thee, my God, the liv­ing God,
My thirs­ty soul doth pine;
O, when shall I be­hold Thy face,
Thou ma­jes­ty di­vine?

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

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.

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