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.
Bread of our souls, whereon we feed, True manna from on high; Our guide and chart, wherein we read Of realms beyond the sky.
Pillar of fire through watches dark, And radiant cloud by day; When waves would whelm our tossing bark, Our anchor and our stay.
Word of the ever-living God, Will of His glorious Son; Without Thee how could earth be trod? Or Heaven itself be won?
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