As pants the hart for streams of liv­ing wa­ter,
So longs my soul, O liv­ing God, for Thee;
I thirst for Thee, for Thee my heart is yearn­ing;
When shall I come Thy gra­cious face to see?

O Lord my God, ov­er­whelmed in deep af­flict­ion,
Far from Thy rest, to Thee I lift my soul;
Deep calls to deep and storms of trou­ble thun­der,
While ov­er my head the waves and bil­lows roll.

Thou wilt com­mand Thy ser­vant’s con­so­la­tion,
Thy lov­ing­kind­ness yet shall cheer my day,
And in the night Thy song shall be my com­fort;
God of my life, to Thee I still will pray.

Why, O my soul, art thou cast down with­in me,
Why art thou troubled and op­pressed with grief?
Hope thou in God, the God of thy sal­va­tion,
Hope, and thy God will sure­ly send re­lief.