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O blessèd, blessèd Bible,
Our treasured book divine,
With hope, and joy, and comfort,
Thy pages brightly shine.
More precious still than rubies,
More pure than purest gold,
Our blessèd, blessèd Bible,
Thy worth can ne’er be told.
Thou tellest us of Jesus,
The Son of God above,
Who came the world to ransom,
So great His wondrous love.
More precious still than rubies,
More pure than purest gold,
Our blessèd, blessèd Bible,
Thy worth can ne’er be told.
O blessèd, blessèd Bible,
That God Himself hath giv’n,
To fit us for His kingdom,
Of endless life in heaven.
More precious still than rubies,
More pure than purest gold,
Our blessèd, blessèd Bible,
Thy worth can ne’er be told.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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1895
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Bible Refs:
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Lk 11:28;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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O BLESSED BIBLE
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1895
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Hymn Writer
