There's a book which surpasses the sages,
A volume of wisdom divine,
And the glory that gleams from its pages,
No splendor of earth can outshine.
We'll cling to the Bible,
Light of every land;
When foes shall assault,
We'll never, never fail
To defend it, heart and hand;
By the Bible we will stand,
Like a true and valiant army,
At the Lord's command.
'Tis the light which will guide us to glory,
The sword of the Spirit of might;
And to dwell on its beautiful story,
Is of Heaven the sweetest delight.
It reveals where the fountain is flowing,
Which washes the soul from its stain;
Age and sorrow are comforted knowing,
With earth they shall part with their pain.
—by Thomas C. Neal