Holy Bible! book divine!
Precious treasure! thou art mine!
Mine to tell me whence I came;
Mine to teach me what I am;
Mine to chide me when I rove;
Mine to show a Father's love;
Mine to guide my doubtful feet;
Mine to judge, condemn, acquit;
Mine to comfort in distress;
Mine to cheer, sustain, and bless;
Mine to show by living faith,
Man can triumph over death;
Mine to tell of joys to come;
Mine to lead the spirit home;
O thou precious book divine!
Holy Bible! thou art mine..
Softly fades the twilight ray,
Of the holy Sabbath-day;
Gently as life's setting sun,
When the Christian's course is run.
2
Peace is on the world abroad;
'Tis the holy peace of God,-
Symbol of the peace within,
When the heart is free from sin.
3
Saviour, may our Sabbaths be,
Days of peace and joy in thee,
Till in heaven our souls repose,
Where the Sabbath ne'er shall close.
253.
Morning Hymn for an Infant School.
1
Little schoolmates, can you tell,
Who has kept us safe and well,
Through the watches of the night,
Brought us safe to see the light?