O holy book of truth divine
1
O holy book of truth divine!
Eternal as thy Maker's name;
Through countless ages of decline
Thy glowing truths have stood the same.
2
The dust of time is on thy page,
Yet dims no pure and hallowed thought;
In every clime, in every age,
Have saints thy holy comfort sought.
3
Thou art the life, the joy, the light,
The hope of trusting thousands here,
Whose faith shall find eternal sight
Beyond this dreary mortal sphere.
4
No other rule by which to live,
No other faith like thine to save;
No other hope such peace can give
When near the cold and silent grave.
5
O wondrous lamp of promise sweet!
Thy light illumes the trusting soul
With glory that shall be complete
When days and years have ceased to roll.