1 As the hart longs for flowing streams
So longs my soul for You, O God
My soul does thirst for the living God
When shall I come to see Your face
2 My tears have fed me day and night,
While men have said ""Where is your God?""
But I recall as my soul pours dry
The days of praise within Your house
3 Why do I mourn and toil within,
When it is mine to hope in God?
I shall again sing praise to Him
He is my help, He is my God
Additional verse:
1 As the deer longs for flowing streams
So longs my soul for You, O God
My soul does thirst for the living God
When shall I come to see Your face
