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[1]
As pants the hart for cooling streams
in parched and barren ways
so longs my soul for you, O God,
and your refreshing grace.
[2]
For you my God, the living God.
my thirsting soul will pine:
O when shall I behold your face,
your majesty divine?
[3]
God of my strength, my tears have been
by day and night my food;
the mockers taunt continually
and say: 'Where is your God?'
[4]
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and you shall sing
the praise of him who is your God,
your health's etemal spring.
As pants the hart for cooling streams
in parched and barren ways
so longs my soul for you, O God,
and your refreshing grace.
[2]
For you my God, the living God.
my thirsting soul will pine:
O when shall I behold your face,
your majesty divine?
[3]
God of my strength, my tears have been
by day and night my food;
the mockers taunt continually
and say: 'Where is your God?'
[4]
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and you shall sing
the praise of him who is your God,
your health's etemal spring.
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