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As Pants the Hart

Verse 1

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As pants the hart for cooling streams

When heated in the chase,

So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,

And Thy refreshing grace.

Verse 2

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For Thee, my God, the living God,

My thirsty soul doth pine:

O when shall I behold Thy face,

Thou Majesty divine?

Verse 3

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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.

Verse 4

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To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom we adore,

Be glory, as it was, is now,

And shall be evermore.