As Pants the Hart for Streams

As pants the hart for streams of liv­ing wa­ter

So longs my soul

O liv­ing God

for Thee;

I thirst for Thee

for Thee my heart is yearn­ing;

When shall I come Thy gra­cious face to see?

O Lord my God

ov­er­whelmed in deep af­flict­ion

Far from Thy rest

to Thee I lift my soul;

Deep calls to deep and storms of trou­ble thun­der

While ov­er my head the waves and bil­lows roll.

Thou wilt com­mand Thy serv­ant’s con­so­la­tion

Thy lov­ing­kind­ness yet shall cheer my day

And in the night Thy song shall be my com­fort;

God of my life

to Thee I still will pray.

Why

O my soul

art thou cast down with­in me

Why art thou troubled and op­pressed with grief?

Hope thou in God

the God of thy sal­va­tion

Hope

and thy God will sure­ly send re­lief.