1 O 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.
2 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.
3 Why art thou then cast down, my soul?
what should discourage thee?
Any why with vexing thoughts art thou
disquieted in me?
4 Still trust in God; for him to praise
good cause I yet shall have:
he of my countenance is the health,
my God that doth me save.Source: Hymns of Glory, Songs of Praise #34a