1 As pants the hart for cooling streams
when heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for you
and your refreshing grace.

2 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ
All grace for you, and change your sighs
to thankful hymns of joy.

3 God of my strength, how long shall I,
like one forgotten, mourn,
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
to my oppressor's scorn?

4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and you shall sing
The praise of One who is your God,
your health's eternal spring.