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