There is a lamp whose steady light
Guides the poor traveller in the night;
‘Tis God’s own word! Its beaming ray
Can turn the 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 hungry, thirsty 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.
Then use this lamp to light thy road;
This storehouse for thy daily food;
This chart to guide thee on thy way
Which leads to heaven’s eternal day.
ML 07/26/1903