The Old Book Stands

From the Word of God light is shin­ing bright­ly out

O’er life’s ocean

tem­pest driv’n

Guiding past the rocks and the hid­den shoals of doubt

To the bliss­ful port of Heav’n.

The old Book stands! O yes

it stands!

Firm as a rock ’mid shift­ing sands!

Billows may run high

tem­pests sweep the sky;

Firmly the old Book stands!

All its pro­mis­es are more pre­cious

far

than gold

Or than pearls from deep­est sea;

Whosoever will is the truth it doth un­fold

Precious truth for you and me.

In this pre­cious Book is the dear old sto­ry told

Of the Sav­ior and His love;

And with joy we read of the streets of pur­est gold

The Je­ru­sa­lem ab­ove.

Precious book of life

let us trea­sure each com­mand

Heeding ev­ery pre­cept giv’n

Till the strife is o’er and vic­tor­ious we stand

With the blood washed throng in Heav’n.