Trim Thy Lamp

Trim thy lamp and keep it burn­ing

With a clear and stea­dy ray;

It may cheer a wea­ry pil­grim

That per­chance has lost his way.

Trim thy lamp

and keep it burn­ing

Till our bless­èd Lord ap­pear;

Keep it trimmed and shin­ing bright­ly

For His com­ing draw­eth near.

Never wan­ing

ev­er shin­ing

Day and night thy lamp must be

Lest a bro­ther’s feet should stum­ble

And his fall be charged to thee.

Trim thy lamp and keep it burn­ing

With the flame of sac­red love

Pointing ev­er to the man­sions

Of eter­nal rest ab­ove.