Scripture Verse

Thy Word is truth. John 17:17


Words: Bur­ton H. Wins­low, 1899. Pub­lished in The Praise Book, ed­it­ed by Howard B. Grose & George G. Graeff (Bos­ton, Mas­sa­chu­setts, & Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Unit­ed So­ci­e­ty of Chris­tian En­dea­vor, 1906), num­ber 203.

Music: Gua­da­lu­pe How­ard T. Goo­gins, 1899 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Winslow or Googins (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


O blessèd, blessèd, Bible!
God’s light upon our way;
Soft, shining over our darkness,
With beams of heav’nly day;
’Mid clouds of care and sorrow,
And storms of grief and pain,
Its promises are radiant
When earthly hope is vain.


We thank Thee for the Bible,
O Father good and kind!
Help us, O Holy Spirit,
Its deepest truth to find!

O blessèd, blessèd, Bible,
Our only certain guide
Amid earth’s tangled footpaths,
With snares on every side;
Its leadings may we follow
Along the upward way,
And never in our blindness,
From its blest precepts stray.


O blessèd, blessèd, Bible!
O mine of wealth untold!
More precious and enduring
Than earthly crowns of gold;
Its riches are unbounded,
And all who seek may find
Bright gems of heav’nly luster,
Enough for all mankind.