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