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
 
 [bad word] 
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