Ambrose the Least & The Dog Pharmacy - The Salvation Of My Countenance

Like a deer panting for streams of water
So my soul longs for you, O God
Like a deer panting for streams of water
So my soul aches for you, O God
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God
When can I go and see the face of God
My tears have been my food day and night
While people say to me all day long
Where is your God
These things I remember
As I pour out my soul
How I went with the crowds and led them
In procession to the house of God
With the voice of singing and confession
The multitude keeping feast
Why are you cast down, O my soul
Why are you so disturbed within me
Put your hope in God
For I shall praise him again
The salvation of my countenance, my God
Deep calls to deep
In the roar of your waterfalls
All your waves and your billows
Have swept over me
By day the LORD commands his steadfast love
And at night his song is with me
A prayer to the God of my life
I say to God my Rock
Why have you forgotten me
Why must I go about mourning
Oppressed by the enemy
As with a sword in my bones
My adversaries taunt me
While they scoff at me all day long
Where is your God
Why are you cast down, O my soul
Why are you groaning within me
Put your hope in God
For still I confess him
The salvation of my countenance, my God
Like a deer panting for streams of water
So my soul yearns for you, O God
Like a deer panting for streams of water
So my soul longs for you, O God
Vindicate me, O God
And plead my cause
Against an unholy nation
Send forth your light and your fidelity
That they may be my guide
Let them bring me to your holy mountain
To the place of your dwelling
Then I will go in to the altar of God
The God of my gladness and joy
I will praise you with the harp, O God, my God

Written by:
Anthony Tomazin

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