How Holy the Bible

How holy the Bi­ble! How pure is the light

That streams from its pag­es di­vine!

’Tis a star that shines soft

Through the gloom of the night

Of jew­els a won­der­ful mine.

’Tis bread for the hun­gry

’Tis food for the poor

A balm for the wound­ed and sad

’Tis the gift of a Fa­ther—

His like­ness is there

And the hearts of His child­ren are glad.

’Tis the voice of the Sav­ior—

How sweet

in the storm

It speaks to the sin­ner dis­tressed;

The tem­pest is hushed

O’er the sea comes a calm—

The trou­bled and wea­ry find rest.

O teach me

blest Je­sus

To seek for Thy face

To me let Thy wel­come be given;

Now speak to my heart

Some kind mes­sage of grace

And words that shall guide me to Heav­en.