Oh, send out Your light and Your truth! Let them lead me; Let them bring me to Your holy hill And to Your tabernacle.  Then I will go to the altar of God, To God my exceeding joy; And on the harp I will praise You, O God, my God.  Why are you cast down, O my soul? And why are you disquieted within me?  Hope in God; For I shall yet praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God.