As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs,

That sinks exhausted in the summer's chase,

So pants my soul for thee, great King of kings,

So thirsts to reach thy sacred dwelling place.

Lord, thy sure mercies, ever in my sight,

My heart shall gladden through the tedious day;

And midst the dark and gloomy shades of night,

To thee, my God, I'll tune the grateful lay.

Why faint, my soul? why doubt Jehovah's aid?

Thy God, the God of mercy still shall prove;

Within his courts thy thanks shall yet be paid:

Unquestioned be his faithfulness and love.

To God the Father, and to God the Son,

To God the Holy Spirit, Three in One,

Be praise from all on earth and all in heaven,

As was, and is, and ever shall be given.

Amen.