Psalm 42:1-2
As the hart pants after the waterbrooks
So pants my soul after you, my God
My soul thirsts for God, the living God
When shall I come and appear before God?


O God, I have tasted your goodness, and it has both satisfied me and made me thirsty for more.  I am painfully conscience of my need of further grace.  I am ashamed of my lack of desire.
O God, the Triune God, I want to want you; I long to be filled with longing; I thirst to be made more thirsty still.
Show me your glory, I pray You, that I may know You indeed.
Begin in mercy a new work of love within me.  Say to my soul, "Rise up My love, My fair one, and come away".
Then give me grace to rise and follow You up from this misty lowland where I have wandered so long.