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 souls, whereon we feed, true manna from on high,
Our guide and chart, wherein we read of realms beyond the sky.
Word of the everliving 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.
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