O SEND Thy light forth and Thy Truth, Let them be guides to me, And bring me to Thy holy hill, Thy dwelling-place to see.
Then will I to God’s altar go, To God my boundless 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?
Hope thou in God; His praise shall yet My thankful lips employ; He is the spring of all my health, My God, my boundless joy.
The Psalter, 1912