As a deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, O God.
And yet I cling to broken promises of unstable cisterns
Empty, tired, thirsty
Wash me with your cleansing power
Like a fountain, a never ending stream of mercy,
I am purified
Lord, my spring of living water
I am thirsty for only you
Stream in the desert,
You quench my thirst forever
Fresh, cleansing water
You satisfy my souls desire
