Anonymous
A found poem by Monty Gilmer
from A Pocket Prayer Book and Devotional Guide (1941),
compiled by Ralph Spalding Cushman
As the hart panteth after the water brooks,
So panteth my soul after thee, O God.
In thy presence is fullness of joy;
At thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
I thank thee, Lord, for a thousand things,
The earth, the sky, the rolling sea,
The summer and the winter,
The springtime and the harvest field;
But none of these can feed
The hunger of my soul gor thee.
Beyond all things, above all loves,
I seek thee, Lord.
O grant me fellowship with thee this day.
In Jesus' name. Amen.
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