Darkness, Spiritual

Verse 1

As pants the hart for cooling streams
When heated in the chase,
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing grace.

Verse 2

For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
O when shall I behold Thy Face,
Thou Majesty Divine!

Verse 3

Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God; and He’ll employ
His aid for Thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.

Verse 4

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.

Verse 1

Come, let us to the Lord our God
With contrite hearts return;
Our God is gracious, nor will leave
The desolate to mourn.

Verse 2

His voice commands the tempest forth,
And stills the stormy wave;
And, though His arm be strong to smite,
’Tis also strong to save.

Verse 3

Long hath the night of sorrow reigned;
The dawn shall bring us light:
God shall appear, and we shall rise
With gladness in His sight.

Verse 4

Our hearts, if God we seek to know,
Shall know Him, and rejoice;
His coming like the morn shall be,
Like morning songs His voice.

Verse 5

As dew upon the tender herb,
Diffusing fragrance round,
As showers that usher in the spring,
And cheer the thirsty ground;

Verse 6

So shall His presence bless our souls,
And shed a joyful light;
That hallowed morn shall chase away
The sorrows of the night.

Verse 1

O for a closer walk with God,
A calm and heavenly frame,
A light to shine upon the road
That leads me to the Lamb!

Verse 2

Where is the blessedness I knew
When first I saw the Lord?
Where is the soul-refreshing view
Of Jesus and His word?

Verse 3

What peaceful hours I once enjoyed!
How sweet their memory still!
But they have left an aching void
The world can never fill.

Verse 4

Return, O Holy Dove; return,
Sweet Messenger of rest:
I hate the sins that made Thee mourn
And drove Thee from my breast.

Verse 5

The dearest idol I have known,
Whate’er that idol be,
Help me to tear it from Thy throne,
And worship only Thee.

Verse 6

So shall my walk be close with God,
Calm and serene my frame;
So purer light shall mark the road
That leads me to the Lamb.

Verse 1

Out of the deep I call
To Thee, O Lord, to Thee;
Before Thy throne of grace I fall;
Be merciful to me.

Verse 2

Out of the deep I cry,
The woeful deep of sin,
Of evil done in days gone by,
Of evil now within.

Verse 3

Out of the deep of fear
And dread of coming shame,
From morning watch till night is near
I plead the precious Name.

Verse 4

Lord, there is mercy now,
As ever was, with Thee;
Before Thy throne of grace I bow,
Be merciful to me.

Verse 1

Your harps, ye trembling saints,
Down from the willows take;
Loud to the praise of love Divine
Bid every string awake.

Verse 2

Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our house above
We every moment come.

Verse 3

His grace will to the end
Stronger and brighter shine;
Nor present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench the spark Divine.

Verse 4

When we in darkness walk,
Nor feel the heavenly flame,
Then is the time to trust our God,
And rest upon His Name.

Verse 5

Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at His control;
His loving-kindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.

Verse 6

Blest is the man, O God,
That stays himself on Thee:
Who wait for Thy salvation, Lord,
Shall Thy salvation see.