Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
Sons of Korah
As the dear pants
For streams of water
So my soul thirsts
For the living God
When will I find Him
Tears have been my food
All day men say
"Where is your God?"
As I pour out my soul
This I recall
How I used to go
To the house of God with joy
Within the multitude
Among the festive throng
Why are you down, my soul?
Why so disturbed
Put your hope in God
I will yet praise Him