As a hart longs for streams, so my soul thirsts for you my God;
When shall I appear in the presence of God the living Lord, my maker?
Day and night tears are my food, “Where’s your God?” the people taunt me
When shall I appear in the presence of God the living Lord?
In my grief, I recall how I once sang with the pilgrims:
“Praise, worship and blessing belong to God – shout His triumph with thanksgiving!”
Lord my soul is in distress, waves and billows break upon me –
When shall I appear in the presence of God the living Lord?
Send your light and your truth, let them guide me and instruct me:
Then I shall appear in the presence of God the living Lord, my maker.
O my soul hope now in God. If you trust his love to keep you,
Then you shall appear in the presence of God the living Lord.
© Berj Topalian 1992