Like a deer that longs for running streams, my soul longs for you, my God.
My soul is thirsting for God,
the God of my life;
when can I enter and see
the face of God?
These things will I remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I would lead the rejoicing crowd
into the house of God,
amid cries of gladness and thanksgiving,
the throng wild with joy.
O send forth your light and your truth;
let these be my guide.
Let them bring me to your holy mountain
to the place where you dwell.
And I will come to the altar of God,
the God of my joy.
My redeemer, I will thank you on the harp,
O God, my God.
The English translation of the Psalm Response(s) from Lectionary for Mass © 1969, 1981, 1997,
International Committee on English in the Liturgy, Inc. All rights reserved.