1 Blessed Bible! how I love it!
How it doth my spirit cheer;
What hath earth like this to covet?
O what stores of wealth are here!

Chorus:
Blessed Bible! Blessed Bible!
God’s own book to mortals giv’n;
Precious tidings of salvation,
Glorious chart and guide to heav’n.

2 Man was lost, and doomed to sorrow,
Not one ray of light or bliss
Could he from earth’s treasure borrow,
Till his way was cheered by this. [Chorus]

3 Speak, poor heart, and tell thy pond’rings,
Tell how far thy rovings led,
When this book bro’t back thy wand’rings,
Speaking life as from the dead. [Chorus]

4 Blessed Bible! I will hide thee
Deep—yes! deeper in my heart!
Thou through all my life shalt guide me,
And in death we will not part. [Chorus]

5 Part in death? No, never! never!
Through death’s vale I’ll lean on thee,
Then in worlds above forever
Sweeter still thy truths shalt be. [Chorus]