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...A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY A DAY: AN EPISTLE TO JOHN WILKES, OF AYLESBURY, ESQ. by JOHN ARMSTRONG A NAMELESS EPITAPH (1) by MATTHEW ARNOLD FOR THE QUEEN MOTHER by JOHN BETJEMAN PSALM 5; AUGUST 12, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE AULD ROBIN FORBES by SUSANNA BLAMIRE THE QUICK AND THE DEAD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TREK FEVER by JULIA FIELD BROWN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. THUS I YEARNED FOR LOVE by EDWARD CARPENTER |