Blessed Bible, how I love it

Blessed Bible, how I love it!
How it doth my bosom cheer!
What hath earth like this to covet?
O, what stores of wealth are here!

'T is a fountain ever bursting,
Whence the weary may obtain
Water for the soul that's thirsting,
That it may not thirst again.

'T is a chart that never faileth,
One which God to man has given;
And though oft the storm assaileth,
It will guide you safe to heaven.

'T is a pearl of price exceeding
All the gems in ocean found;
And, its sacred precepts heeding,
So shall you in grace abound.