AS pants the deer for streams of life, So thirsts my soul for Thee, O Lord, to feel, and taste, and know, Thy presence near to me.
Though trials should night and day endure, And press me to despair, And scornful, unbelieving minds Surround me everywhere . . .
Before my God will I recall The joy of blessings past, And ask my soul—‘Why such despair? My Saviour’s love must last!’
I’ll call to mind His mighty deeds, Those times of answered prayer, When lost in failure and defeat My Saviour met me there.
As surging waves, desponding thoughts Still break across my way, Yet Jesus will command His love And keep me day by day.
O why, my soul, let dark despair Make Satan’s lies seem real? Trust all your God has done and said, And all His kindness feel!
Evangelical Psalter © The Wakeman Trust