My soul longs and even faints for the courts of the Lord
Lord, my heart and my flesh 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

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