As longs the deer for cooling streams

From Oremus Hymnal

As longs the deer for cooling streams,
in parched and barren ways,
so longs my soul for you, my God,
and your refreshing grace.

For you, my God, the living God,
my thirsting soul will pine:
O when shall I behold your face,
your majesty divine?

My tears have been my constant food,
in sorrow I have prayed,
I know 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 Holy Ghost,
the God whom we adore,
be glory as it was, is now,
and shall be evermore.