1 How sweet is the Bible!
How pure is the light
That streams from its pages divine!
‘Tis a star that shines soft thro’ the gleam of the night,
Of jewels a wonderful mine;
‘Tis bread for the hungry,
‘Tis food for the poor,
A balm for the wounded and sad,
‘Tis the gift of a Father,
His likeness is there,
And the hearts of his children are glad.
2 ‘Tis the voice of the Savior,
How sweet in the storm!
It speaks to the sinner distressed;
The tempest is hushed, o’er the sea comes a calm—
The troubled and weary find rest.
O teach me, blest Jesus,
To seek for thy face,
To me let thy welcome be giv’n;
Now speak to my heart some
Kind message of grace,
And words that shall guide me to heav’n.