1 Hail that blissful day approaching,
When the sacred Word shall spread
To the earth’s remotest regions,
And to life restore the dead:
When all nations
Shall acknowledge Christ their head.

2 Precious Bible, what a treasure
Is within thy pages stored,
Sacred promises and precepts,
Doctrines worthy of the Lord;
Streams of mercy
Flowing wide and far abroad.

3 By their influence, the desert
Shall become a fertile plain,
Buds and blossoms spread their beauties,
Concord there begin its reign:
Precious Bible,
May it still new conquests gain.