Scripture Verse

O how love I Thy law! Psalm 119:97

Introduction

Words & Mu­sic: Alon­zo J. Ab­bey, in Green Pas­tures for the Lambs (Cleve­land, Ohio: S. Brain­ard’s Sons, 1886), num­ber 8 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Ab­bey (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain