1 Oh! send forth the Bible, more precious than gold;
Let no one presume the blest gift to withhold;
It speaks to all nations, in language so plain,
That he who will read it, true wisdom may gain.

2 It tells us of One who is mighty to save,
Who died on the cross, and arose from the grave;
Who dwelleth on high, in that holy abode,
Now pleading for man with a sin-pard'ning God.

3 Oh! who would neglect such a volume as this,
That warns us of danger, invites us to bliss?
Send forth the blest Bible, earth's regions around,
Wherever the footsteps of man may be found.