As The Deer Longs

As the deer longs for running streams,
so I long, so I long, so I long for you.

I thirst my soul for you, the God who is my life!
When shall I see [2] see the face of God?

Defend me, God, send forth your
light and your truth, they will lead me
to your holy mountain, to your dwelling place.

Then I shall go unto the altar of my God.
Praising you, O my joy and gladness,
I shall praise your name.

Leave a comment