My thirsty soul longs veh'mently, yea faints, thy courts to see: My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for thee.
My soul for thy salvation faints; yet I thy word believe.
My hands to thee I stretch; my soul thirsts, as dry land, for thee.
My flesh and heart doth faint and fail, but God doth fail me never: For of my heart God is the strength and portion for ever.
My soul within me breaks, and doth much fainting still endure, Through longing that it hath all times unto thy judgments pure.