Lyrics:

As Pants the Hart

Nahum Tate 1652-1715 and Nicholas Brady 1659-1726
Tune: Martyrdom, Hugh Wilson 1766-1824, Smiths Sacred Music 1825
recorder, 19th century guitar

As pants the heart for cooling streams
When he did end the chase
So longs my soul, O God for thee
And thy refreshing grace.

For thee my God, the living God
My thirsty soul doth pine
O when shall I behold thy face
Thou majesty divine.

God of my strength how long shall I
Like one forgotten mourn
For long forsaken and exposed
To my oppressors scorn.

While restless, while cast down my soul
Hold still and thou shall sing
The praise of Him who is thy God
Thy health's eternal spring.