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Hymn 96: As the hart, with eager looks

HYMN XCVI.

As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for Thee, Pants the loving God to see: When, O when, with filial fear, Lord, shall I to Thee draw near?

Tears my food by night, by day, Grief consumes my strength away; While his craft the Tempter plies, "Where is now Thy God?" he cries; This would sink me to despair But I pour my soul in prayer.

For, in happier times, I went, Where the multitudes frequent; I, with them, was wont to bring Homage to Thy courts, my King! I with them was wont to raise Festal hymns on holy days.

Why art thou cast down, my soul! God, thy God, shall make thee whole: Why art thou disquieted? God shall lift thy fallen head; And his countenance benign Be the saving health of thine.