LAMP of our feet, whereby we trace
    Our path when wont to stray;
Stream from the fount of heavenly grace,
    Brook by the traveller’s 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