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.
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First Line: | Let me with light and truth be blessed |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | The Lord's Day and Public Worship |
Notes: | Public Domain. |