There Is a Lamp Whose Steady Light

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.

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.

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.