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Psalter 116

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Verse 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.

Verse 2
For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
O when shall I behold Thy face,
Thou Majesty Divine?

Verse 3
Why restless, why cast down my soul?
Trust God, Who will employ
His aid for Thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

Verse 4
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.

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