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.