As in its thirst a fainting hart To water brooks doth flee So pants my longing soul, O God That I may come to Thee My soul for God, the living God Is thirsting; shall I near Before the face of God approach And in His sight appear? My tears have unto me been food Both in the night and day While unto me continually "Where is your God?" they say Poured out within me is my soul When this I think upon How often with the eager throng I rev'rently had gone How to the house of God I went With voice of joy and praise Yea, with the multitude that kept The solemn holy days O why, my soul, art thou bowed down? Why so discouraged be? Hope now in God! I'll praise Him still! My help, my God is he!