1 Let me with light and truth be bless'd;
Be these my guides to lead the way,
Till on Thy holy hill I rest,
And in Thy sacred temple pray.

2 Then will I there fresh altars raise
To God, Who is my only joy;
And well-tuned harps, with songs of praise,
Shall all my grateful hours employ.

3 Why then cast down, my soul? and why
So much oppress'd with anxious care?
On God, thy God, for aid rely,
Who will thy ruin'd state repair.