Read to Me the Blessèd Bible

Read to me the bless­èd Bi­ble

On its sacr­ed pag­es shine

Grace and truth and ten­der mer­cy

And a Sav­ior’s love di­vine.

Read the Bi­ble

Now the lamp of life burns low

These will cheer me

When the ag­èd feet move slow.

’Tis a fount of liv­ing wa­ter

Where the soul its thirst may slake

Bread of life it free­ly of­fers

Unto all who will par­take.

Read to me the bless­èd Bi­ble

Read it care­ful­ly and slow

’Tis a re­fuge and a shel­ter

From the stor­my winds that blow.

It is com­fort for the trou­bled

To the lone­ly ’tis a guest

For the pe­ni­tent

’tis par­don

To the we­ary it is rest.

When you read about the ci­ty

Whose fair day ne’er ends with night

Death is not the king of ter­rors

But a mes­sen­ger of light.