As the hart, with eager looks
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As the hart, with eager looks,Panteth for the water-brooks,So my soul, athirst for thee,Pants the living God to see;
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Why art thou cast down, my soul?God, thy God, shall make thee whole;Why art thou disquieted?God shall lift thy fallen head.
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When, O, when, with filial fear,Lord, to thee my soul draws near,Let thy countenance benignBe the saving health of mine.