As the deer pants for the water-brooks so clear,
So pants the soul for God, the living Spring;
In dry and weary land, no water near,
It thirsts for righteousness, the heart’s true King.
Blessed are they who hunger, thirst, and seek,
For they shall be with satisfaction filled.

No bread of earth, no fleeting worldly store,
Can slake the famine deep within the breast;
But come to waters free, as prophets swore,
Buy wine and milk where God Himself is guest.
Seek first His kingdom, seek His righteousness,
And all these things shall unto you be pressed.

The soul, like cracked earth longing for the rain,
Cries out for purity that God bestows;
Not works of flesh, but faith’s redeeming gain—
Christ made our sin, that we His right might know.
The LORD our Righteousness, exalted high,
Imputes His robe where sinners once did lie.

Like manna fallen in the desert waste,
So falls His grace upon the humbled heart;
No striving self can frame what God has placed—
A gift of mercy, never to depart.
The soul ascends, in holy longing drawn,
To taste the fullness promised in His dawn.

O Lord, revive this thirst that never dies,
As streams in desert make the wasteland sing;
Till every chamber of the spirit lies
Flooded with righteousness the Savior brings.
Satisfied forever, blessed and whole,
The hungry soul beholds Thee face to face.

Let this desire increase through every trial,
As rivers join the sea in boundless flow;
Endless in Thee, where grace removes all guile,
The thirsting find their rest, their all, their know.
For they who hunger thus shall surely see
The promise kept: “They shall be filled with Me.”