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.