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By the word of God
the worlds were made,
And are held in place
by His commands;
All the grasses wither
and the flowers fade,
But His truth forever stands.
Oh, the precious Bible,
Counsel for the soul,
Path the faithful saints
and martyrs trod;
Settled in the heavens,
True while ages roll,
Changeless as the throne of God.
More to be desired
than honey sweet,
Richer are its treasures,
far, than gold;
Like a brilliant light,
it shines to guide my feet,
Never grows its story old.
Oh, the precious Bible,
Counsel for the soul,
Path the faithful saints
and martyrs trod;
Settled in the heavens,
True while ages roll,
Changeless as the throne of God.
Thy eternal law is my delight,
Strength and daily manna to my soul;
’Tis my meditation
all the day and night,
Balm to make the wounded whole.
Oh, the precious Bible,
Counsel for the soul,
Path the faithful saints
and martyrs trod;
Settled in the heavens,
True while ages roll,
Changeless as the throne of God.
Stream of life from heaven,
crystal pure,
Shed thy cooling freshness over me;
Let my thirsting spirit,
till I thirst no more,
Drink thy sparkling waters free.
Oh, the precious Bible,
Counsel for the soul,
Path the faithful saints
and martyrs trod;
Settled in the heavens,
True while ages roll,
Changeless as the throne of God.
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LYRICS
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9 9 11 7 r 6 5 9 6 5 7
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Dates:
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1907
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