223. Blessed Bible

1 Blessed Bible! how I love it!
How it doth my bosom cheer!
What on earth like this to covet?
Oh, what stores of wealth are here!
Man was lost, and doom'd to sorrow,
Not one ray of light or bliss
Could he from earth's treasures borrow,
Till his way was cheer'd by this.
Blessed Bible!
Blessed Bible!
how thou dost my spirit cheer.

2 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 bro't back thy wand'rings,
Speaking life as from the dead.
Blessed Bible!
Blessed Bible!
How thou dost my spirit cheer.

3 Yes, sweet Bible! I will hide thee
Deep - yes, deeper in this heart;
Thou through all my life wilt guide me,
And in death we will not part.
Part in death? no never! never!
Through death's vale I'll lean on thee;
Then in worlds above, forever
Sweeter still thy truths shall be.
Blessed Bible!
Blessed Bible!
How thou dost my spirit cheer.

Text Information
First Line: Blessed Bible! how I love it!
Title: Blessed Bible
Author: Mrs. Phebe Palmer
Meter: 8s & 7s, Double
Language: English
Publication Date: 1864
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