1 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.

2 Then to God's altar I will go
to God, my chiefest joy:
O God, my God, to praise thy name
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 Thou art my refuge and my help,
my God that doth me raise.
I hope in God; I will again
have cause to give thee praise.