Hymnal: Fillmore's Harp of Zion
Date: 1867
Compiler: A D Fillmore
Publisher/Printer: R W Carroll & Co
First Line: Blessed Bible how I love it
Topic: <no topic given>
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Meter: 8s and 7s
Tune: Blessed Bible
Hymn Number: <no hymn number given>
Page Number: 260, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsBlessed Bible, how I love it!
How it doth my bosom cheer!
What hath earth like this to covet!
O, what stores of wealth are here!
Man was lost, and doomed to sorrow,
Not one ray of light or bliss
Could he from earth's treasures borrow,
Till his way was cheered by this.
Yes, I'll to my bosom press thee,
Precious Word, I'll hide thee here
Sure my very heart will bless thee,
For thou over say'st "Good cheer!"
Speak, my heart, and tell thy ponderings,
Tell how far thy rovings led,
When this book brought back thy wanderings,
Speaking life as from the dead.
Yes, sweet Bible, I will hide thee,
Hide thee richly in this heart;
Thou, through all my life wilt guide me,
And in death we will not part!
Part in death! no, never, never!
Through death's vale I'll lean on thee;
Then in worlds above, forever,
Sweeter still thy truths shall be.