Blessèd Bi­ble, how I love it,
How it doth my bo­som cheer,
What hath earth like this to co­vet,
Oh, 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.

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Blessèd Bi­ble, bless­èd Bi­ble,
How it doth my bo­som cheer.
What has earth like this to co­vet,
O! what stores of wealth are here!

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 pon­d’rings,
Tell how far thy rov­ings led!
When this book brought back thy wan­d’rings,
Speaking life as from the dead.

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Yes, sweet Bi­ble, I will hide thee,
Deep, yes, deep­er in my heart;
Thou thro’ all my life shalt guide me,
And in death we will not part.
Part in death? no, ne­ver, ne­ver,
Thro’ death’s vale, I’ll lean on thee;
Then in worlds above for­ev­er,
Sweeter still thy truths shall be.

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