As longs the deer for running springs,
So longs my soul for Christ, the Well;
From him, the living waters flow
Through wastes where withered spirits dwell.
Through deserts parched by years of drought
I wander, searching for the spring
Whose waters green the thirsting soul
And make the speechless tongue to sing.
Though doubters taunt and questions mock,
My journey I will not forsake
Until at last I find the One
Whose love alone my thirst can slake.
Then will I dwell forevermore
Where crystal rivers run like fire
From Christ whose presence fills my heart
And satisfies my life’s desire.