|Oh send Thy light forth and Thy truth,|
Let them be guides to me;
And bring me to Thine holy hill,
Even where Thy dwellings be.
Then will I to God's altar go,
To God my chiefest joy;
Yea, God, my God, Thy name to praise,
My harp I will employ.
Why art thou then cast down, my soul?
What should discourage thee?
And why with vexing thoughts art thou
Disquieted in me?
Still trust in God; for Him to praise
Good cause I yet shall have;
He of my countenance is the health,
My God that me doth save.