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. |