Hymn – My Soul Longs for the Lord

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.