THERE is a lamp whose steady light Guides the poor traveller in the night:— 'Tis God's own word! Its beaming ray Can turn a 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 hungering, thirsting 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. 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. 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 heavenly tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVER by RALPH WALDO EMERSON SONNET by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY WESTERN MORNING by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 77. AL-MUTAHALI by EDWIN ARNOLD ON PLOUGHING by EVELYN D. BANGAY TO THE NEW YEAR, 1823 by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |