By the Word of God the worlds were made,
And are held in place by His commands;
All the grasses wither and the flowers fade,
But His truth forever stands.
Oh, the precious Bible,
Counsel for the soul,
Path the faithful saints and martyrs trod;
Settled in the heavens,
True while ages roll,
Changeless as the throne of God.
More to be desired than honey sweet,
Richer are its treasures far, than gold;
Like a brilliant light, it shines to guide my feet,
Never grows its story old.
Thy eternal law is my delight,
Strength and daily manna to my soul;
'Tis my meditation all the day and night,
Balm to make the wounded whole.
Stream of life from Heaven, crystal pure,
Shed thy cooling freshness over me;
Let my thirsting spirit, till I thirst no more,
Drink thy sparkling waters free.
—by Clara M. Brooks
For this cause also thank we God without ceasing, because, when ye received the word of God which ye heard of us, ye received it not as the word of men, but as it is in truth, the word of God, which effectually worketh also in you that believe. 1 Thessalonians 2:13