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Chinese (traditional)- As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, my God. - My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God? - Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me. - By day the Lord directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life. - Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.
Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” When he had said this, he breathed his last.