So longs my soul for You O God
My soul does thirst for the living God
When shall I come to see Your face?
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
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