Blessèd Bible! (Abbey)

Blessèd Bi­ble

how I love it

How it doth my bo­som cheer

What hath earth like this to co­vet

Oh

what stores of wealth are here!

Man was lost! and doomed to sor­row;

Not one ray of light or bliss

Could he from earth’s trea­sures bor­row

Till his way was cheered by this.

Blessèd Bi­ble

bless­èd Bi­ble

How it doth my bo­som cheer.

What has earth like this to co­vet

O! what stores of wealth are here!

Yes

I’ll to my bo­som press thee

Precious Word

I’ll hide thee here

Sure my ve­ry heart will bless thee

For thou ev­er say’st good cheer.

Speak

poor heart

and tell thy pon­d’rings

Tell how far thy rov­ings led!

When this book brought back thy wan­d’rings

Speaking life as from the dead.

Yes

sweet Bi­ble

I will hide thee

Deep

yes

deep­er in my heart;

Thou thro’ all my life shalt guide me

And in death we will not part.

Part in death? no

nev­er

nev­er

Thro’ death’s vale

I’ll lean on thee;

Then in worlds above for­ev­er

Sweeter still thy truths shall be.