1. As pants the chased, thirsty, Hart,
After the cooling Brook;
So pants my Soul for Thee, O God,
For Thee I longing look.
2. My Soul for God, the living God,
Thirsts, while I'm exil'd here;
When shall I come, and in thy Courts,
Before my God appear?

3. My mourning Tears, by Day, and Night,
Have been my constant Food;
While, with continual Insult, they
Have cry'd, "Where is thy God?
4. My Soul I pour out, when I think,
How to thy House I went,
With Multitudes; in Joy, and Praise,
Thy sacred Day we spent.

5. Why so dejected, O my Soul?
Why art thou restless grown?
Trust God; I yet shall sing his Praise,
For his Salvation shown.
6. Tho' O my God, my Soul's cast down;
Remember Thee I will,
From Jordans Banks, and Hermon's Mount,
And Misar's lowly Hill.

Second Part

7. Deep calls to Deep; thy Thunders roar'd.
And pour'd the Waters down;
So o'er me have, with Force, and Noise,
Thy Waves and Billows gone.
8. Thy Loving-kindness yet, O Lord,
Shall brighten up the Day;
Each Night I'll Anthems sing; to Thee,
God of my Life, I'll pray.

9. I'll humbly say to God, my Rock,
"Why do'st forget me so?
"Why go I mourning, for the great
"Oppression of the Foe?
10. It pierc'd my Bones, as with a Sword,
To hear my Foes upbraid;
While daily they with impious Scoffs,
"Where is thy God? have said.

11. Why troubled? why cast down my Soul!
Trust God: Thou yet shall sing
Loud Songs to him, who is thy God,
And Health's unfailing Spring.