The Bible

LAMP of my 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,

Or radiant cloud by day!

When waves would whelm our tossing bark,

Our anchor and our stay!