How precious is the Book divine,

By inspiration given:

Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,

To guide our souls to heaven.

Its light, descending from above,

Illumes this world so drear,

Displays a Savior's boundless love,

And brings His glories near.

And brings to view the matchless grace

Of a forgiving God.

It shows to man his wandering ways,

And where his feet have trod;

And brings to view the matchless grace

Of a forgiving God.

Over all the straight and narrow way

Its radiant beams are cast;

A light whose never weary ray

Grows brightest at the last.

It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts

In this dark vale of tears;

Life, light, and joy it still imparts,

And quells our rising fears.

This lamp, through all the tedious night

Of life, shall guide our way,

Till we behold the clearer light

Of an eternal day.