1 Let me with Light and Truth be blest!
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 Thee, who art my only Joy;
And Songs, with Instruments 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.