My soul is athirst for God, yea even for the living God.
Like as the hart desireth the water brooks:
So longeth my soul after thee O God.
My soul is athirst for God yea even for the living God:
When shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
Now when I think thereupon I pour out my heart by myself:
For I went with the multitude
And brought them forth into the house of God.
In the voice of praise and thanksgiving:
Among such as keep holy day.
O send out thy light and thy truth that they may lead me:
And bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy dwelling.
And that I may go unto the altar of God
Even unto the God of my joy and gladness:
And upon the harp will I give thanks unto thee, O God my God.
My soul is athirst for God, yea even for the living God.