We Love the Good Old Bible

We love the good old Bi­ble

The glo­ri­ous Word of God

The lamp for those who travel

O’er all life’s drea­ry road.

The watch­word in life’s bat­tle

The chart on life’s dark sea;

The beau­ti­ful

dear Bi­ble

It shall our teach­er be.

Who would not love the Bi­ble

So beau­ti­ful and wise?

Its teach­ings charm the sim­ple

And point us to the skies.

Its sto­ries all so migh­ty

Of men so brave to see;

The beau­ti­ful

dear Bi­ble

It shall our teach­er be.

But most we love the Bi­ble

For there we child­ren learn

How Christ for us be­came a child

Our hearts to Him to turn;

And how He bowed to sor­row

That we His face might see

The Bi­ble

O the Bi­ble

It shall our teacher be.

Then we will hold the Bi­ble

The glo­ri­ous book of God;

We’ll ne’er for­sake the Bi­ble

Through all life’s fu­ture road.

And when we lie a-dying

Wherever that may be

The beau­ti­ful

dear Bi­ble

Shall still our solace be.