O send thy light forth and thy truth; let them be guides to me, And bring me to thine holy hill, ev'n where thy dwellings be.
Because of life the fountain pure remains alone with thee; And in that purest light of thine we clearly light shall see.
Because thou art my God, to do thy will do me instruct: Thy Sp'rit is good, me to the land of uprightness conduct.
Thy word is to my feet a lamp, and to my path a light.
For all those that be righteous sown is a joyful light, And gladness sown is for all those that are in heart upright.
How lovely is thy dwelling-place, O Lord of hosts, to me! The tabernacles of thy grace how pleasant, Lord, they be!
Thy tender mercies, Lord, from me O do thou not restrain; Thy loving-kindness, and thy truth, let them me still maintain.
From heav'n he shall send down, and me from his reproach defend That would devour me: God his truth and mercy forth shall send.
I cry'd, and, from his holy hill, the Lord me answer made.
But he did chuse Jehudah's tribe to be the rest above; And of mount Sion he made choice, which he so much did love.
A river is, whose streams do glad the city of our God; The holy place, wherein the Lord most high hath his abode.
My soul is poured out in me, when this I think upon; Because that with the multitude I heretofore had gone: With them into God's house I went, with voice of joy and praise; Yea, with the multitude that kept the solemn holy days.
Yet, notwithstanding, I have him to be my King appointed; And over Sion, my holy hill, I have him King anointed.
My soul among fierce lions is, I firebrands live among, Men's sons, whose teeth are spears and darts, a sharp sword is their tongue.