1 As thirsts the hart for water brooks,
So thirsts my soul, O God for Thee;
It seeks for God, and ever looks
And longs the living God to see.
2 Far from the courts of God, my tears
Have been my food by night and day,
While constantly with bitter sneers,
Where is thy God, the scoffers say.
3 With grief I think of days gone by,
when oft I trod the hallowed way
To Zion, praising God on high
With throngs who kept the holy day.
4 O why art thou cast down, my soul,
And why so troubled shouldst thou be?
Hope thou in God, and Him extol,
Who gives His saving help to me.
