As yearns the deer for cooling streams
With tired and anxious pace,
So longs my soul for you, my God,
And your refreshing grace.
For you, my God, who gave me life,
My soul shall always pine:
When shall i stand before Your face,
Your majesty divine?
My tears have been my constant food,
In sorrow i have prayed,
I hear the taunts: “Where is your God,
And where his promised aid?”
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and you shall sing
The praise of Him who is your God,
Your health’s eternal spring.
To Father, Son and Spirit blessed,
The God whom we adore,
Be glory, as it ever was,
And shall be evermore.
This very touching old hymn is what inspired me to do this painting. The lyrics always bring tears to my eyes. By R
As the deer yearns for running streams, so I yearn for You, my God ~~ Psalm 42:1 (JB)