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!