As pants the hart for cooling streams Lyrics

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

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.

For Thee, my God, the living God,
  My thirsty soul doth pine;
Oh, 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.