Jesu, for the
beacon-light
By Thy holy
Doctors
given,
When the
mists of
error’s
night,
Gathered o’er
the path to
Heav’n;
For the
witness that
they bare
To the truth
they learned
of Thee,
For the glory
that they
share,
Let our
praise
accepted be.
In Jerusalem
below
They were
workmen at
Thy call,
Each with one
hand met the
foe,
With the
other built
the wall;
Watchmen on
the mountain
set,
Scribes
instructed in
Thy Word,
Fishers with
the Gospel
net,
Drawing souls
to Thee their
Lord.
Like Thy
learnèd sons
of yore,
Jesu, may Thy
Pastors still
Know and
teach Thy
sacred lore
With brave
heart and
patient
skill;
In these
latter days
of strife
Keep, O keep
them true to
Thee,
Till beside
the well of
life
Light in
Thine own
light they
see.