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As pants the hart for water brooks,
So pants my soul for Thee,
Oh, when shall I behold Thy face,
When wilt Thou call for me?
How oft at night I turn my eyes
Towards my heav'nly home,
And long for that blest time, when Thou,
My Lord, shalt bid me "Come!"
CHORUS
As pants the hart for water brooks,
So pants my soul for Thee,
Oh, when shall I behold Thy face,
When wilt Thou call for me?
And yet I know that only those
Thy blessed face shall see,
Whose hearts from ev'ry stain of sin
Are purified and free.
And oh, my Master and my Lord,
I know I'm far from meet
With all Thy blessed saints in light
To hold communion sweet.
I know, that those who share Thy throne
Must in Thy likeness be,
And all the Spirit's precious fruits
In them the Father see.
Lord, grant me grace, more patiently
To strive with my poor heart,
And bide Thy time to be with Thee
And see Thee as Thou art!