as the deer

For you oh God, I long 
as the deer longs for the stream.
In your mighty presence I know I belong
but lately I've only seen but a gleam.

I sense you over yonder
I put my hope in you 
And if my heart ever wanders
Then show me my faith is true.

Then once more I will be full of praise 
my soul, no longer weary and sad.
When I ponder your unending grace 
my heart, it leaps and I am glad.