As pants the hart for cooling streams

366 Spohr. C. M.

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.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
   My thirsty soul doth pine!
   O when shall I behold thy face?
   Thou majesty divine!

3 I sigh to think of happier days
   When Thou, O Lord wast nigh;
   When every heart was tuned to praise
   And none more blest than I.

4 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.
                         Psalm XLII
                         Tate and Brady, 1606
                         Alt. by Henry F. Lyte
                         The Methodist Hymnal 1939 edition

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Hymnary.org has more verses, and somewhat different lyrics, perhaps the original ones before Lyte altered them:

3 I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts
   Those happy days present,
   When I with troops of pious friends
   Thy temple did frequent;

4 When I advanc'd with songs of praise,
   My solemn vows to pay,
   And led the joyful sacred throng
   And kept the festal day.

5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
   Trust God, and he'll employ
   His aid for thee; and change these sighs
   To thankful hymns of joy.

6 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.

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