• YEAR A
• YEAR B
• YEAR C •
R. Like a deer that longs for running streams,
my soul longs for you, my God.
Athirst is my soul for God, the living God.
When shall I go and behold the face of God?
R. Like a deer that longs for running streams,
my soul longs for you, my God.
I went with the throng
and led them in procession to the house of God,
amid loud cries of joy and thanksgiving,
with the multitude keeping festival.
R. Like a deer that longs for running streams,
my soul longs for you, my God.
Send forth your light and your fidelity;
they shall lead me on
and bring me to your holy mountain,
to your dwelling-place.
R. Like a deer that longs for running streams,
my soul longs for you, my God.
Then will I go in to the altar of God,
the God of my gladness and joy;
then will I give you thanks upon the harp,
O God, my God!
R. Like a deer that longs for running streams,
my soul longs for you, my God.