Jesu, for the bea­con-light
By Thy ho­ly doc­tors given,
When the mists of er­ror’s night,
Gathered o’er the path to Heav’n;
For the wit­ness that they bare
To the truth they learned of Thee,
For the glo­ry that they share,
Let our praise ac­cept­ed be.

In Je­ru­sa­lem be­low
They were work­men at Thy call,
Each with one hand met the foe,
With the oth­er built the wall;
Watchmen on the mount­ain set,
Scribes in­struct­ed in Thy Word,
Fishers with the Gos­pel net,
Drawing souls to Thee their Lord.

Like Thy learn­èd sons of yore,
Jesu, may Thy pa­stors still
Know and teach Thy sac­red lore
With brave heart and pa­tient skill;
In these lat­ter days of strife
Keep, O keep them true to Thee,
Till be­side the well of life
Light in Thine own light they see.