|Inspirer of the ancient seers,|
Who wrote from Thee the sacred page,
A light for all succeeding years;
A lamp in this degenerate age,
Wisdom to us Thy words impart,
And with Thy comfort fill our heart.
And now Thine oracles we read,
With earnest prayer and strong desire,
More richly on Thy words to feed,
More strongly catch their living fire:
Our weakness help, our darkness chase,
And shine upon us with Thy face.
Whenever in error's path we rove,
The living way, through sin, forsake,
Our conscience let Thy word reprove,
Convince and bring Thy wanderers back:
Deep wounded by the Spirit's sword,
And then by Gilead's balm restored.