658 As longs the deer for cooling streams

1 As longs the deer for cooling streams in parched and barren ways, so longs my soul, O God, for thee and thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God, the living God, my thirsty soul doth pine: O when shall I behold thy face, thou Majesty divine?

3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still, and thou shalt sing the praise of him who is thy God, thy health's eternal spring.

4 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, the God whom we adore, be glory, as it was, is now, and shall be evermore.