PSALM 43:3-5

O send Thy light forth and Thy truth,
Let them be guides to me;
And bring me to Thine holy hill,
E'en where Thy dwellings be.

Then will I to Ail's alter go,
To Ail my chiefest joy;
Yea, Ail, my Ail, Thy name to praise,
My harp I will employ.

Why art thou then cast down, my soul?
What should discourage thee?
And why with vexing thoughts art thou
Disquieted in me?

Still trust in Ail; for Him to praise
Good cause I yet shall have;
He of my count'nance is the health,
My Ail that me doth save.

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