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C.M.

1
As pants the hart for cooling streams
When heated in the chase,
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 evermore.