'HIS book-this holy book, on every line
Marked with the seal of high divinity,
On every leaf bedew'd with drops of love
Divine; . . . this ray of sacred light,
This lamp from off the everlasting throne
Mercy took down, and in the night of Time
Stood evermore beseeching men with tears
And earnest sighs, to read, believe and live.
AMP of my feet, whereby we trace
Our path, when wont to stray!
Stream from the fount of heavenly grace
Brook by the traveller's way!
Bread of our souls, whereon we feed,
True manna from on high!
Our guide and chart, wherein we read
Of realms beyond the sky.
Pillar of fire through watches dark,
Or radiant cloud by day!
When waves would whelm our tossing bark,
Whose vast proportions tower
With summit inaccessible
Among the stars of Heaven;
While the resistless Ocean
Of peoples and of cities
Breaks at its feet in foam,
Work that a hundred ages
Hallow; I bow to Thee.