As pants the hart

Sonata

Chorus

As pants the hart for cooling streams, so longs

my soul for thee O God.

Soprano

Tears are my daily food, while thus they say:

where is now thy God?.

Tenor

Now, when I think thereupon, I pour out my

heart by myself, for I went with the multitude

and brought them out into the house of God.

Chorus

In the voice of praise and thanksgiving among

such as keep holy-day.

Soprano and Tenor. Duet

Why so full of grief, O my soul? Why so

disquieted within me?

Tenor and Chorus

Put thy trust in God, for I will praise him.