HOW precious is the book divine,

Lord, I have made Thy Word my choice, My lasting heritage; Here shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage.

I’ll read the histories of Thy love, And keep Thy laws in sight; While through Thy promises I’ll rove With ever fresh delight.

Here is a land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise; Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies.

The sole relief that mourners have, This makes our sorrows blest; Our glorious hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest.