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Read to me the blessèd Bible,
On its sacred pages shine
Grace and truth and tender mercy,
And a Savior’s love divine.
Read the Bible,
Now the lamp of life burns low,
These will cheer me,
When the agèd feet move slow.
’Tis a fount of living water,
Where the soul its thirst may slake,
Bread of life it freely offers,
Unto all who will partake.
Read the Bible,
Now the lamp of life burns low,
These will cheer me,
When the agèd feet move slow.
Read to me the blessèd Bible,
Read it carefully and slow,
’Tis a refuge and a shelter,
From the stormy winds that blow.
Read the Bible,
Now the lamp of life burns low,
These will cheer me,
When the agèd feet move slow.
It is comfort for the troubled,
To the lonely ’tis a guest,
For the penitent, ’tis pardon,
To the weary it is rest.
Read the Bible,
Now the lamp of life burns low,
These will cheer me,
When the agèd feet move slow.
When you read about the City,
Whose fair day ne’er ends with night,
Death is not the king of terrors,
But a messenger of light.
Read the Bible,
Now the lamp of life burns low,
These will cheer me,
When the agèd feet move slow.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 r 4 7 4 7
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Dates:
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1894
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Bible Refs:
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Jn 5:39;
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MUSIC
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Name:
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READ TO ME THE BLESSED BIBLE
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Meter:
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8 7 8 7 r 4 7 4 7
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