O send thy light forth

O send thy light forth and thy truth;

Let them be guides to me,

And bring me to thine holy hill,

Even where thy dwelling be.

Then will I to God’s altar go,

To God my chiefest joy:

Yea, God, my God, thy Name to praise

My harp, my harp,

My harp I will employ, 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, my God,

My God that doth me save, that doth me save.

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