Fullness of the Bible

THERE is a lamp whose steady light

Guides the poor traveller in the night:—

’Tis God’s own word! Its beaming ray

Can turn a midnight into day.

There is a storehouse of rich fare,

Supplied with plenty and to spare:—

’Tis God’s own word! it spreads a feast

For every hungering, thirsting guest.

There is a chart whose tracings show

The onward course when tempests blow:—

’Tis God’s own word! There, there is found

Direction for the homeward bound.

There is a tree whose leaves impart

Health to the burdened, contrite heart:—

’Tis God’s own word! It cures of sin,

And makes the guilty conscience clean.

Give me this lamp to light my road;

This storehouse for my daily food;

Give me this chart for life’s rough sea;

These healing leaves, this heavenly tree.