Send forth, O God, Thy light and truth,
And let them lead me still,
Undaunted, in the paths of right,
Up to Thy holy hill:
Then to Thy altar will I spring,
And in my God rejoice
And praise shall tune the trembling string,
And gratitude my voice.
O why, my soul, art thou cast down?
Within me why distressed?
Thy hopes the God of grace shall crown;
He yet shall make thee blessed.
To Him, my never failing friend,
I bow, and kiss the rod;
To Him shall thanks and praise ascend,
My Savior and my God.