my soul thirsts for you;
my flesh faints for you,
as in a dry and weary land where there is no water.
So i have looked upon you in the santuary,
beholding your power and glory.
Because your steadfast love is better than life,
my lips will praise you.
So I will bless you as long as i live;
I will lisft up my hands and call your name.
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