This Blessed Book
Though the cover is worn
And the pages are torn,
And though places bear traces of tears;
Yet more precious than gold
Is this Book worn old,
Which can shatter and scatter my fears.
When I prayerfully look
In this blessed old Book,
Many pleasures and treasures I see;
Many tokens of love,
From my father above,
Who is nearest and dearest to me.
This Book is my guide;
'Tis a friend by my side;
It will lighten and brighten my way.
And each promise I find
Soothes and gladdens my mind,
As I read it and heed it each day.
To this Book I will cling;
Of its worth I will sing,
Though great crosses and losses be mine;
For I cannot despair
Though surrounded by care
While possesing this blessing divine.
- Anonymous