As thirsts the hart for cool­ing flood,
So longs my soul, O liv­ing God,
To taste Thy grace;
When un­to Thee shall I draw near,
O when with­in Thy courts ap­pear,
And see Thy face?

How oft I led the hap­py throngs
That sought the house of God with songs
Of joy and praise;
I ev­er joined with true de­light
The mul­ti­tude that kept aright
The ho­ly days.

O why, my soul, such hope­less­ness?
Why such dis­qui­et and dis­tress?
On God re­ly;
For I shall yet be­hold His face,
Who is my God, and I His grace
Will mag­ni­fy.