I own a price­less trea­sure,
’Tis pre­cious to my heart,
In time of joy or sor­row,
A mes­sage ’twill im­part:
A glo­ry gilds its pag­es,
And shines up­on the way,
The dear old Book
Grows sweet­er day by day!

Refrain

’Tis pre­cious to my heart,
And a bless­ing ’twill im­part,
It teach­es me of Him
Who leads the way;
And I love it more and more,
As I read its pag­es o’er,
For the dear old Book
Grows sweet­er day by day!

It tells me of a Sav­ior
Whose love is all di­vine,
The gift of free sal­va­tion,
And joys which may be mine;
And all His words of pro­mise,
Which cheer me on the way,
The dear old Book
Grows sweet­er day by day!

Refrain

Its words of ho­ly coun­sel
Are like a guid­ing light,
To turn my feet from ev­il
And point me to the right;
’Twill bless me on my jour­ney
Along the up­ward way,
The dear old Book
Grows sweet­er day by day!

Refrain