|O send thy light forth
||Double Common Metre
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 Godís 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