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 soul, whereon we feed,
True manna from on high,
Our guide and chart, wherein we read
Of realms beyond the sky.
Word of the everlasting 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.