As pants the heart 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!
I sigh to think of happier days,
When thou, O Lord, wast nigh;
When every heart was tuned to praise,
And non more blest than I.
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of him who is thy God,
Thy Saviour, and thy King.
Hymns for the Use of the Methodist Episcopal Church: With Tunes for Congregational Worship (1857, Carlton and Porter, New York).
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