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 ever more.