There is a lamp whose stea­dy light
Can guide the tra­vel­er in the night;
’Tis God’s own Word; its beam­ing ray
Can turn a mid­night into day.

Refrain

Give me this lamp to light my road,
This store­house for my dai­ly food;
Give me this chart for life’s rough sea,
These heal­ing leaves, this heal­ing tree.

There is a chart whose trac­ings show
The on­ward course where tem­pests blow;
’Tis God’s own Word; there, there is found
Direction for the home­ward bound.

Refrain

There is a tree whose leaves im­part
Health to the bur­dened, con­trite heart;
’Tis God’s own Word; it cures of sin,
And makes the guil­ty cons­cience clean.

Refrain