As Thirsts the Hart for Cooling Flood

As thirsts the hart for cool­ing flood

So longs my soul

O liv­ing God

To taste Thy grace;

When un­to Thee shall I draw near

O when with­in Thy courts ap­pear

And see Thy face?

How oft I led the hap­py throngs

That sought the house of God with songs

Of joy and praise;

I ev­er joined with true de­light

The mul­ti­tude that kept aright

The ho­ly days.

O why

my soul

such hope­less­ness?

Why such dis­qui­et and dis­tress?

On God re­ly;

For I shall yet be­hold His face

Who is my God

and I His grace

Will mag­ni­fy.