As the deer pants for the water brooks, so pants my soul for You O God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. Psalm 42

“As long the deer for cooling streams, in parched and barren ways, so longs my soul, O God for Thee, and Thy refreshing grace. For Thee my God, the living God, my thirsty soul doth pine, O when shall I behold Thy face, Thou Majesty divine?”