The panting Soul

ONe thing, O Lord, thy Saints desire,
And would obtain of thee,
Within thy Temple to enquire,
Thy beauty there to see;

That there may be our dwelling-place,
Let us this mercy crave,
And all provision of thy Grace
There daily also have:

That to our joy we all may drink
Of living lasting Springs,
And also know and the will do
Of thee the King of Kings:

And being fed with living Bread,
May praise thy Name therefore;
Refresh'd from thee, from thirsting free,
May sing for evermore.