The Book of the ages, the oldest, the new;
We love thee, thy precepts, thy sayings so true;
Sweet light and assurance thy radiance leave,
And comfort in sorrow to those who believe.

Our fathers did love thee, thou blest sacred Book;
Thy words were their counsel, of thee they partook;
In seasons of anguish, ’mid fagot and flame,
Thy promise sustained them, they honored thy name.

Dear Bi­ble, thy pages our God doth reveal,
Thy wonderful Gos­pel hath power to heal;
We read on thy pages of God’s love to man,
Salvation provided through Je­sus’ dear name.

And now, bless­èd Bi­ble, our lamp thou shalt be,
To guide us all safe­ly o’er life’s rug­ged sea;
And when to the ha­ven of rest we shall come,
We’ll sing of thy worth with the ran­somed at home.