Though the covers be worn and the pages be torn,
And some places bear traces of tears:
More precious than gold is this
Book worn and old That shatters and scatters my fears.
When I prayerfully look in this precious old Book
Much pleasure and treasure I see:
Many tokens of love from a Father above
Who is nearest and dearest to me.
This Book is my guide; a friend at my side,
It lightens and brightens my way;
Each promise I find soothes and gladdens my mind
As I read it and heed it each day.
To this Book I will cling, of its worth I will sing.
Though losses and crosses be mine;
For I cannot despair, though surrounded by care,
While possessing this Book so Divine.