Though Longing Fills My Soul with Thirst

1 O God, you are my God alone, whom eagerly I seek, though longing fills my soul with thirst and leaves my body weak. 2 Just like a dry and barren land awaits a freshening shower, I long within your house to see your glory and your power. 3 Your faithful love surpasses life, evoking all my praise. 4 Through every day, to bless your name, my hands in joy I’ll raise. 5 My deepest needs you satisfy as with a sumptuous feast. So, on my lips and in my heart, your praise has never ceased.   6 Amid the wakeful hours of night, when cares afflict my head, one thought of you gives new delight, and comforts me in bed. 7 Beneath the shadow of your wings my soul delights to dwell; 8 still closer to your side I press, for near you all is well. 9 All those who seek my life will die; down to the depths descend. 10 They will become the jackal’s food; the sword will bring their end. 11 The king and all who swear by God will rejoice in his name. The mouths of liars will be closed and they’ll be put to shame. – cento