Lamp of our feet, whereby we trace

Our path when wont to stray;

Stream from the fount of heavenly grace,

Brook by the traveler'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 everliving 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.

Amen.