Josephine R. Markech

for running streams,

so longs my soul for you,

so longs my soul for you.

Like the doe that pines for running streams,

So does my heart for you, O God.

My soul thirsts for God, the living God.

Oh, glad will I be to see your face.

Send your light and truth,

make these my guide:

leading me to your dwelling place.

I’ll go to the altar of my God;

oh, glad will I be to see your face.