When Heated in the Chase...

As pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated by the chase;

So longs my soul, O God for Thee,

And Thy refreshing Grace...

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.

There are days, even when the sun is shining outside the window and the breeze brings promise of Spring when the hart's heart is heavy and heated by the chase.

Best to remember then "...all my fresh springs shall be in Thee."

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Poem fragment: Nahum Tate (1652-1715) & Nicholas Brady (1659-1726)

                          Paraphrase of Psalm 42

'fresh springs': Psalm 87.7, Book of Common Prayer Psalter trans.