As the deer pants for the water, my soul longs for You
As the body dies without water, my soul dies without You
They may say, “Come on, get over it. Drink, be merry, for tomorrow we die”
That’s why I’d rather sit in the house of mourning than at the table with fools
Blessed are the hungry—You said it, I believe it
Hunger is an escort into the deeper things of You
You satisfy, you satisfy
My soul cries, my soul cries, my soul cries for You
Take me to the place where You satisfy, take me to the river
I’ll do anything, God; there is no price, take me to the river
They may say, “Come on, get over it, everything is okay”
They may say, “Why the hunger? Why the thirsting? Why the mourning?”
But my soul cries, my soul cries
All my tears You hold in a bottle; You will pour them out like rain
Weeping endures for the night, for the night
But joy comes in the morning, joy comes in the morning
Blessed are the hungry, blessed are the thirsty
You said it, I believe it; I believe it, I believe it
Hunger is the escort into the deeper things of You
Deep is calling out to deep is calling out to deep
Yesterday’s depth is feeling really shallow
I’ve gotta go deeper, deeper, deeper still
And all Your waves and all Your billows crash over me
Pulling me deep, deep, deeper
From glory to glory, from strength to strength, from depth to depth
I want to fellowship with You
You’re not so far away, it’s not too mysterious
You’re living on the inside of me, Your Spirit on the inside of me
Spring up, O well; spring up, O well; spring up, O well, within me
