Like a Star of the Morning

Like a star of the morn­ing in its beau­ty

Like a sun is the Bi­ble to my soul

Shining clear on the way of love and duty

As I hast­en on my jour­ney to the goal.

Holy Bi­ble! my pre­cious Bi­ble!

Gift of God

and lamp of life

My beau­ti­ful Bi­ble!

I will cling to the dear old ho­ly Bi­ble

As I hast­en to the ci­ty of the King.

Tis a light in the wil­der­ness of sor­row

And a lamp on the weary pil­grim way;

And it guides to the bright

eter­nal mor­row

Shining more and more un­to the per­fect day.

’Tis the voice of a friend for­ev­er near me

In the toil and the bat­tle here be­low;

In the gloom of the val­ley it will cheer me

Till the glo­ry of His king­dom I shall know.

It shall stand in its beau­ty and its glo­ry

When the earth and the heav­ens pass away

Ever tell­ing the bless­èd

won­drous sto­ry

Of the lov­ing Lamb

the on­ly Liv­ing Way.