O send thy light forth and thy truth; Let them be guides to me, And bring me to thy holy hill, E'en 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 count'nance is the health, My God that doth me save.