This is Je­sus’ pre­cious Bi­ble,
This the gift of God’s right hand;
Teaching how to die tri­um­phant,
How to live His pure com­mand;
This re­veals the loss we suf­fered
When in Ed­en sin en­ticed;
And it shows the way to glo­ry
If we fol­low Je­sus Christ.

Precious Bi­ble! in my bo­som
Thy dear words a home shall find.
Countless bless­ings are, with beau­ty,
In Thy pro­mis­es as­signed;
My poor heart once roamed a de­sert,
Vast and dry, of wi­thered sod,
Till Thy guid­ance brought me through it
To the liv­ing stream of God.

I will hide Thy words with­in me
Deep, where time can­not de­lete;
Thou art light upon my path­way,
And a lamp un­to my feet;
Friend Thou art on life’s long jour­ney
Biding through my hours of care,
And through Hea­ven’s eter­nal ag­es—
Thou my trea­sure ev­er there.