And now, a hymn

The B-side of Color Record No. 30:

and today’s poem is this:

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; and he'll employ

His aid for thee, and change these sighs

To thankful hymns of joy.

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.