As pants the hart for cooling streams,
when heated in the chase,
so longs my soul, my God, for thee,
and thy refreshing grace.

For you, my God, the living God,
my thirsty soul doth pine,
O when shall I behold thy face,
Thy majesty divine?

As pants the hart for cooling streams,
when heated in the chase,
so longs my soul, my God, for thee,
and thy refreshing grace.