Our path when wont to stray;
Stream from the fount of heavenly grace!
Brook by the traveler’s way!
2 Bread of our souls, whereon we feed!
True manna from on high!
Our guide and chart! wherein we read
Of realms beyond the sky.
3 Pillar of fire through watches dark,
And radiant cloud by day!
When waves would whelm our tossing bark,