Seeking water, seeking shelter, gasps the thirsty, weary deer. So my soul, in days of trouble longs for God's refreshment here. In this stressful course of life, in its loneliness and strife, 'When', say I, 'will God deliver? Is his mercy gone for ever?' No! he is my soul's true fortress. Though I hear those voices wild, 'Where's your God? Why has he left you?' he will not forget his child. Come then, be my Advocate; come, your servant vindicate: then no more in fruitless sorrow will I face a barren morrow. Send your light and truth to lead me, then the path shall I discern to my Father's house, where welcome greets the prodigal's return. Then new songs shall fill my days, every moment full of praise with the faithful who surround him, with the blest ones who have found him! So, my soul, why such disquiet? Why such mourning, why such fear? Day already breaks on darkness; God has sought you; God is near. Hope in God, and you shall live, all delight he waits to give, peace and power and every blessing you shall know, this faith possessing.