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.