This is Jesus' precious Bible, This the gift of God's right hand; Teaching how to die triumphant, How to live His pure command; This reveals the loss we suffered When in Eden sin enticed; And it shows the way to glory If we follow Jesus Christ. Precious Bible! in my bosom Thy dear words a home shall find. Countless blessings are, with beauty, In Thy promises assigned; My poor heart once roamed a desert, Vast and dry, of withered sod, Till Thy guidance brought me through it To the living stream of God. I will hide Thy words within me Deep, where time cannot delete; Thou art light upon my pathway, And a lamp unto my feet; Friend Thou art on life's long journey Biding through my hours of care, And through heaven's eternal ages? Thou my treasure ever there.