Psalm
R. My soul is thirsting for the living God; when shall I see him face to face.
As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God? R.
O send out your light and your truth; let them lead me; let them bring me to your holy mountain and to your dwelling. R.
Then I will go to the altar of God, to God my exceeding joy; and I will praise you with the harp, O God, my God. R.