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 that we aright may learn The wisdom it imparts, And to its heavenly teaching turn With simple, childlike hearts.