By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M. Psalm xlii.
      1 As pants the hart for cooling streams,
      When heated in the chase,
      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 God of my strength, how long shall I,
      Like one forgotten, mourn?
      Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
      To my oppressor's scorn.

      4 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.