O Holy Book!

1O holy Book of truth divine!
Eternal as thy Maker's name,
Eternal as thy Maker's name;
Thro' countless ages of decline Thy glowing truths have stood the same,
Thy glowing truths have stood the same.

2The dust of time is on thy page,
Yet dims no pure and hallow'd tho't,
Yet dims no pure and hallow'd tho't;
In ev'ry clime, in ev'ry age Have saints thy holy comfort sought,
Have saints thy holy comfort sought.

3Thou art the life, the joy, the light,
The hope of trusting thousands here,
The hope of trusting thousands here Whose faith shall find eternal sight Beyond this dreary mortal sphere,
Beyond this dreary mortal sphere.

4No other rule by which to live,
No other faith like thine to save,
No other faith like thine to save;
No other hope such peace can give When near the cold and silent grave,
When near the cold and silent grave.

5O wondrous lamp of promise sweet!
Thy light illumes the trusting soul,
Thy light illumes the trusting soul With glory that shall be complete When days and years have ceased to roll,
When days and years have ceased to roll.