My soul longs and even faints for the courts of the lord
Lord my heart and my clesh cry out for you o God
You’re my sun and my shield you give grace and glory
No good thing will you withhold from those who seek your face

Just as the deer pants for the water brook
So pants my soul for you o God

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I set my heart on a pilgrimage, through the valley of weeping I will go
I set my heart on a pilgrimage
Until I appear before God in zion