Isaiah_44-3: For I will pour water upon him that is thirsty, and floods upon the dry ground: I will pour my spirit upon thy seed, and my blessing upon thine offspring
As Pants The Hart For Cooling Streams
When Heated In The Chase,
So Longs My Soul. O God, For
Thee.
And Thy Refreshing Grace.
For Thee, My God, The Living God.
My Thirsty Soul Doth Pine,
O When Shall I Behold Thy Face,
Thou Majesty Divine!
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.
God Of My Strength, How Long Shall I,
Like One Forgotten, Mourn!
Forlorn, Forsaken, And Exposed
To My Oppressor’s Scorn.
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.
The Father, Son…
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