Blessèd Bible! How I Love It!

Blessèd Bi­ble! how I love it!

How it doth my Spir­it cheer!

What on earth like this to co­vet?

O

what stores of wealth are here!

Man was lost and doomed to sor­row

Not one ray of light or bliss

Could he from earth’s trea­sures bor­row

Till his way was cheered by this.

Yes

I’ll to my bo­som press thee;

Precious word

I’ll hide thee here;

Sure my ve­ry heart will bless thee

For thou ev­er say’st Good cheer!

Speak

poor heart

and tell thy pon­der­ings

Tell how far thy rov­ings led

When this book brought back thy wan­der­ings

Speaking life as from the dead.

Blessèd Bi­ble! I will hide thee

Deep

yes

deep­er in my heart;

Thou through all my life wilt guide me

And in death we will not part;

Part in death? no

nev­er

nev­er!

Through death’s vale I’ll lean on thee

Then in worlds above for­ev­er

Sweeter still thy truths shall be.