My Bi­ble, pre­cious trea­sure!
Worth more than gems or gold;
Be it my choic­est trea­sure
Thy co­vers to un­fold.
Thy fair il­lum­ined pages
With God’s own glo­ry shine;
Down through the long, long ag­es,
It gleams in ev­ery line.

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My pre­cious Bi­ble! ’tis a book di­vine,
Where hea­ven­ly truth and mer­cy shine,
And wis­dom speaks in ev­ery line,
Speaks to me, speaks to me,
Speaks good news to me.

For God’s ex­ceed­ing glo­ry,
His ve­ry life is love;
All through His sac­red sto­ry
Its splen­dor is in­wove.
It glows in man’s cre­ation,
And O! more ra­di­ant still,
In His com­plete sal­va­tion,
From sin and mor­tal ill.

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I read and weep and won­der,
How God, a ho­ly God,
Could still the law’s wild thun­der,
With mer­cy, gen­tle word.
How raise the pale trans­gress­or,
Bow low with pain and fear,
And make him Heav’n’s pos­sess­or,
With Christ, the Son, an heir.

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O, mar­vel­ous re­la­tion!
O, ten­der, pi­ty­ing love!
Of saints the ad­mi­ra­tion,
The song of host above.
Be this my won­drous sto­ry,
My dai­ly, fresh de­light,
And in this flood of glo­ry,
My soul be ev­er bright.

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