O blessèd, blessèd Bible!
God's light upon our way;
Soft, shining over our darkness,
With beams of heav'nly day;
'Mid clouds of care and sorrow,
And storms of grief and pain,
Its promises are radiant
When earthly hope is vain.
Refrain
We thank Thee for the Bible,
O Father good and kind!
Help us, O Holy Spirit,
Its deepest truth to find!
O blessèd, blessèd Bible,
Our only certain guide
Amid earth's tangled footpaths,
With snares on every side;
Its leadings may we follow
Along the upward way,
And never in our blindness,
From its blest precepts stray.
O blessèd, blessèd Bible!
O mine of wealth untold!
More precious and enduring
Than earthly crowns of gold;
Its riches are unbounded,
And all who seek may find
Bright gems of heav'nly luster,
Enough for all mankind.
—by Burton H. Winslow
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