Like a deer that longs for running streams, my soul longs for you, my God.
My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When shall I come and behold the face of God?
I went with the throng,
and led them in procession to the house of God,
with glad shouts and songs of thanksgiving,
a multitude keeping festival.
O send out your light and your truth;
let them lead me;
let them bring me to your holy mountain
and to your dwelling.
Then I will go to the altar of God,
to God my exceeding joy;
and I will praise you with the harp,
O God, my God.
The English translation of the Psalm Response(s) from Lectionary for Mass © 1969, 1981, 1997,
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