O God of youth, we come to you for leading,
our minds to guide, our spirits to set free;
we search for truth and love, your statutes heeding,
give us, O Lord, a sense of destiny.
The stress is great and absolutes are bending.
We cannot find our way without your care;
it seems the search goes ever forth unending,
and fainting hearts cry out, "O Master, where?"
O God of youth, come near and speak your blessing;
give us a sense of what is worthy, true.
We come to you, our helplessness confessing,
and cannot rest until we rest in you.