Scripture Verse

Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. Proverbs 22:6

Introduction

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Charles H. Gabriel (1856–1932)

Words: Ed­ward S. Uf­ford, in Mo­ther’s Day, 1916.

Music: Charles H. Ga­bri­el (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Edward S. Ufford (1851–1929)

Lyrics

Like a com­pass on the sea,
Like a star on az­ure deep,
Is the Bi­ble unto me,
For my course it safe­ly keeps;
Tells me how I strayed and fell,
How in sin I lay as dead,
But I live its pow­er to tell,
Blessèd book my mo­ther read.

Refrain

Precious book! O won­drous book!
Who can tell its pow­er di­vine?
Bearing news of grace so free,
Book of books, I claim it mine.

Like a lamp in dark­est night,
Shining on my path­way lone,
Now and then up­on my sight,
Shows a vi­sion of my home;
So this book my Spi­rit cheers,
When all oth­er hopes are fled,
Balm and com­fort for my fears,
Is the book my mo­ther read.

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Like a guest from realms above,
Soothing all one’s pain and pang,
How it thrills with Je­sus’ love,
Like some song the an­gels sang;
Tells me how my Sav­ior came,
How for me His blood was shed;
I will read it o’er again—
Blessèd book my mo­ther read.

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