THE HOLY BIBLE.
My God! I bless thee for thy word,I clasp it to my breast;Of all thy glorious gifts to man,The noblest, and the best!When I am idling in the way,And danger stalks abroad,It thunders in my startled ear—“Prepare to meet thy God!”Whene’er I stray, its beacon lightShines through the gloom afar;And when I turn the other way,’Tis there—my polar star!I glory in thy promisesWhen sorrows rend my breast,And thus, when thinking on thy word,My sorrows sink to rest.In silent watches of the nightI sing upon my bed,While gently, on its pillow’d rest,Reclines my weary head.Father! I’ll take thy blessed word,And clasp it to my breast;Of all thy glorious gifts to man,The noblest, and the best!
My God! I bless thee for thy word,I clasp it to my breast;Of all thy glorious gifts to man,The noblest, and the best!When I am idling in the way,And danger stalks abroad,It thunders in my startled ear—“Prepare to meet thy God!”Whene’er I stray, its beacon lightShines through the gloom afar;And when I turn the other way,’Tis there—my polar star!I glory in thy promisesWhen sorrows rend my breast,And thus, when thinking on thy word,My sorrows sink to rest.In silent watches of the nightI sing upon my bed,While gently, on its pillow’d rest,Reclines my weary head.Father! I’ll take thy blessed word,And clasp it to my breast;Of all thy glorious gifts to man,The noblest, and the best!
My God! I bless thee for thy word,I clasp it to my breast;Of all thy glorious gifts to man,The noblest, and the best!
My God! I bless thee for thy word,
I clasp it to my breast;
Of all thy glorious gifts to man,
The noblest, and the best!
When I am idling in the way,And danger stalks abroad,It thunders in my startled ear—“Prepare to meet thy God!”
When I am idling in the way,
And danger stalks abroad,
It thunders in my startled ear—
“Prepare to meet thy God!”
Whene’er I stray, its beacon lightShines through the gloom afar;And when I turn the other way,’Tis there—my polar star!
Whene’er I stray, its beacon light
Shines through the gloom afar;
And when I turn the other way,
’Tis there—my polar star!
I glory in thy promisesWhen sorrows rend my breast,And thus, when thinking on thy word,My sorrows sink to rest.
I glory in thy promises
When sorrows rend my breast,
And thus, when thinking on thy word,
My sorrows sink to rest.
In silent watches of the nightI sing upon my bed,While gently, on its pillow’d rest,Reclines my weary head.
In silent watches of the night
I sing upon my bed,
While gently, on its pillow’d rest,
Reclines my weary head.
Father! I’ll take thy blessed word,And clasp it to my breast;Of all thy glorious gifts to man,The noblest, and the best!
Father! I’ll take thy blessed word,
And clasp it to my breast;
Of all thy glorious gifts to man,
The noblest, and the best!
February 18, 1841.