|LAMP of our feet, whereby we trace
Our path when wont to stray;
Stream from the fount of heavenly grace,
Brook by the travellerís way.
|2||Bread of our souls, whereon we feed,
True manna from on high;
Our guide and chart, wherein we read
Of realms beyond the sky.
|3||Pillar of fire through watches dark,
And radiant cloud by day;
When waves would whelm our tossing bark,
Our anchor and our stay.
|4||Word of the ever-living God,
Will of His glorious Son;
Without Thee how could earth be trod?
Or Heaven itself be won?
|5||Lord, grant us all aright to learn
The wisdom it imparts;
And to its heavenly teaching turn
With simple, childlike hearts.
|Benjamin Barton, 1784-1849|