The Bible
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"Blessed Bible, how I love it!
How it doth my bosom chear!
What hath earth like this to covet?
Oh, 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 heart will ever bless thee,
For thou sayest '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 will 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."
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