My Precious Bible
VERSE 1
My
Bible, precious treasure!
Worth
more than gems or gold;
Be it my
choicest treasure
Thy
covers to unfold.
Thy fair
illumined pages
With
God’s own glory shine;
Down
through the long, long ages,
It
gleams in ev’ry line.
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My
precious Bible! ’tis a book divine,
Where
heavenly truth and mercy shine,
And
wisdom speaks in ev’ry line,
Speaks
to me, speaks to me,
Speaks
good news to me.
VERSE 2
For
God’s exceeding glory,
His very
life is love;
All
through His sacred story
Its
splendor is inwove.
It glows
in man’s creation,
And O!
more radiant still,
In His
complete salvation,
From sin
and mortal ill.
VERSE 3
I read
and weep and wonder,
How God,
a holy God,
Could
still the law’s wild thunder,
With
mercy, gentle word.
How
raise the pale transgressor,
Bow low
with pain and fear,
And make
him Heav’n’s possessor,
With
Christ, the Son, an heir.
VERSE 4
O,
marvelous relation!
O,
tender, pitying love!
Of
saints the admiration,
The song
of host above.
Be this
my wondrous story,
My
daily, fresh delight,
And in
this flood of glory,
My soul
be ever bright.
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