I love the Ho­ly Bi­ble,
Because there­in I see
How Je­sus came from glo­ry
To show the way to me;
Oh, how could I have heard His call,
Or else have found the way at all?
The Bi­ble, the Bi­ble!
My trea­sure and my guide.

I trust the Holy Bi­ble,
It is my Fa­ther’s word,
Wherein are songs of glad­ness
That car­ol like a bird;
I often fal­ter, this I know,
But oh, I love the Bi­ble so;
The Bi­ble, the Bi­ble!
My trea­sure and my guide.

I read the Ho­ly Bi­ble,
And take it for my guide;
And in its blest as­sur­ance,
Securely I will hide;
O, that the whole wide world might know,
Whence all our joys and com­forts flow;
The Bi­ble, the Bi­ble!
My trea­sure and my guide.