As pants the hart

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Lyrics

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. For Thee, my God, the living God, my thirsty soul doth pine: Oh, when shall I behold Thy face, Thy majesty divine?
2. Oh God, 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? Be patient, thou shall sing The praise of Him who is thy God, thy soul’s eternal King!