My Precious Bible

My Bi­ble

pre­cious trea­sure!

Worth more than gems or gold;

Be it my choic­est trea­sure

Thy co­vers to un­fold.

Thy fair il­lum­ined pages

With God’s own glo­ry shine;

Down through the long

long ag­es

It gleams in ev­ery line.

My pre­cious Bi­ble! ’tis a book di­vine

Where heav­en­ly truth and mer­cy shine

And wis­dom speaks in ev­ery line

Speaks to me

speaks to me

Speaks good news to me.

For God’s ex­ceed­ing glo­ry

His ve­ry life is love;

All through His sac­red sto­ry

Its splen­dor is in­wove.

It glows in man’s cre­ation

And O! more ra­di­ant still

In His com­plete sal­va­tion

From sin and mor­tal ill.

I read and weep and won­der

How God

a ho­ly God

Could still the law’s wild thun­der

With mer­cy

gen­tle word.

How raise the pale trans­gress­or

Bow low with pain and fear

And make him Heav’n’s pos­sess­or

With Christ

the Son

an heir.

O

mar­vel­ous re­la­tion!

O

ten­der

pi­ty­ing love!

Of saints the ad­mir­ation

The song of host above.

Be this my won­drous sto­ry

My dai­ly

fresh de­light

And in this flood of glo­ry

My soul be ev­er bright.