{"id":"cw/hymns/misc/031-psalm-1436-my-soul-gaspeth-for-thee-as-a-thirsty-land","corpus":"cw-hymns-misc","type":"hymn","author":"charles-wesley","title":"031 Psalm 1436 My Soul Gaspeth For Thee As A Thirsty Land","title_alt":[],"text_basis":null,"date_composed":"1740","date_precision":"year","date_note":null,"numbering":{"bicentennial":null,"jackson_running":null,"sugden":null},"source_edition":{"editor":null,"title":null,"edition":null,"place":null,"publisher":null,"year":null,"volume":null,"pages":null,"scan_url":null,"scan_page_ids":null},"transcription":{"derived_from":null,"corrected_against_scan":false,"corrector":null,"corrected_on":null},"modernization":"none","license_text":"Public Domain Mark 1.0","license_apparatus":"CC BY 4.0","wikidata":null,"prev":null,"next":null,"part_of":"cw-hymns-misc","editorial_note":null,"source_id":"cw-031-psalm-1436-my-soul-gaspeth-for-thee-as-a-thirsty-land","passage_ids":["cw-031-psalm-1436-my-soul-gaspeth-for-thee-as-a-thirsty-land-full"],"word_count":249,"themes_auto":["christology","communion","social-holiness"],"open":true,"closed_reason":null,"legacy_ids":["cw-031-psalm-1436-my-soul-gaspeth-for-thee-as-a-thirsty-land-full"],"passages":[{"id":"cw-031-psalm-1436-my-soul-gaspeth-for-thee-as-a-thirsty-land-full","author":"charles-wesley","source_id":"cw-031-psalm-1436-my-soul-gaspeth-for-thee-as-a-thirsty-land","source_title":"031 Psalm 1436 My Soul Gaspeth For Thee As A Thirsty Land","source_type":"hymn","year":1740,"chunk_index":0,"text":"Psalm 143:6. \"My soul gaspeth for thee, as a thirsty land\" Ah Lord! Wouldst thou within me live, No longer then should I complain, Nor sighing wish, nor weeping grieve For Christ my life, or death my gain. From grief and sin I then should cease; My loosen'd tongue should then declare Comfort, and love, and joy, and peace, Fill all the soul when Christ is there! Psalm cxliii. 6 (BCP). \"My soul gaspeth for thee, as a thirsty land.\" Lord, how long, how long shall I Lift my weary eyes in pain? Seek, but never find thee nigh, Ask thy love, but ask in vain, Crush'd beneath my nature's load, Darkly feeling after God! O disclose thy lovely face, Quicken all my drooping powers! Gasps my fainting soul for grace, As a thirsty land for showers: Haste, my Lord, no longer stay, Come, my Jesus, come away! Well thou know'st I cannot rest, Till I fully rest in thee, Till I am of thee possest, Till from sin and self set free, All the life of faith I prove, All the joy and heaven of love. See my sad inconstant state, Give me, Lord, this root within: Trembling for thy love I wait, Still relapsing into sin, Falling, till thy love I feel, Ever sinking into hell. With me O continue, Lord, Keep me, or from thee I fly: Strength and comfort from thy word Imperceptibly supply; Hold me till I apprehend, Make me faithful to the end.","word_count":249,"source_url":null,"themes":["christology","social-holiness","communion"],"is_full_hymn":true,"created_at":"2026-01-29T18:25:11.959629"}]}