The Old Lantern
A lamp once hung in an ancient town
At the corner of the street,
Where the wind was keen, and the way was dark,
And the rain would often beat;
And all night long, its light would shine
To guide the traveler’s feet.
The lamp was rough and plain and old,
And the storm had beaten it sore;
’Twas a thing no one would care to show,
Whate’er it had been before;
But no one thought what the lantern was,
’Twas the light that within it bore.
The lamp is a text for young and old,
Who seek in a world of pride
To shine for their Lord and to show Him forth,
And never their light to hide;
You are the lantern, a thing of naught,
But Christ is the Light inside.