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. |