1 As pants the hart for cooling springs,
So longs my soul, O King of kings,
Thy face in near approach to see,
So thirsts, great Source of Life, for Thee.
2 With ardent zeal, with strong desires,
To Thee, to Thee my soul aspires;
When shall I reach thy blest abode?
When meet the presence of my God?
3 God of my strength, attend my cry,
Say why, my great Preserver, why
Excluded from thy sight I go,
And bend beneath a weight of wo?
4 Why thus, my soul, with care opprest?
And whence the woes that fill my breast?
In all thy cares, in all thy woes,
On God thy steadfast hope repose.
5 To Him my thanks shall still be paid,
My sure defence, my constant aid;
His name my zeal shall ever raise,
And dictate to my lips his praise.
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First Line: | As pants the hart for cooling springs |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
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Topic: | Christian experience: Sanctification and christian graces; When shall I come and appear before God? |