By: John Fawcett
How precious is the book divine,
By inspiration given!
Bright as a lamp its teachings shine
To guide our souls to heaven.
Its light, descending from above,
Our gloomy world to cheer,
Displays our Savior’s boundless love
And guide our souls to heaven.
It shows to us our wandering ways
And where our feet have trod
And brings to view the matchless grace
Of our forgiving God.
On all the straight and narrow way
Its radiant beams are cast,
A light whose never weary ray
Grows brightest at the last.
It gladly cheers our drooping hearts
In this dark vale of tears.
Life, peace, and joy its light imparts
And guells 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.
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