O Book, that with reverence I honor,
What joy in thy pages I see!
O Book of my childhood devotion,
More precious than rubies to me.
Thy law have I hid in my heart,
My boast and my glory thou art;
O Book that my fathers have trusted,
Thy law have I hid in my heart!
O Book, that, inspired, is my refuge,
My comfort by night and by day;
Whose precepts have led me to Jesus,
And taught me to watch and to pray.
O Book, that is firm and abiding,
Whose truth is the light of my soul;
Whose counsel is ever before me
When waves of adversity roll.
O Book, where my Savior revealeth
His wonderful promise divine,
That if unto death I am faithful,
A crown at His hand will be mine.
—by Fanny Crosby (1820-1915)