How Precious Is The Book Divine

 

"Your Word is a lamp to my feet,  And a light to my path."
(Psalm 119:105)

Autumn Path Through The Woods

(1876)

Camille Pissaro

(1830-1903)

French Jewish Impressionist

How precious is the book divine,

By inspiration giv'n;

Bright as a lamp its pages shine

To guide our souls to Heav'n.

Its light descending from above,

Our gloomy world to cheer,

Displays a Savior's boundless love,

And brings His glories near.

Oh, precious book of light and life

Thou source of truth and love,

In Thee we view God's matchless grace,

And all His goodness prove,

Oh precious book whose light e'er shines

With bright and cheering ray,

To guide our our souls until the dawn

Of the eternal day.

It shows to man his wand'ring ways,

And where his feet have trod;

And brings to view the matchless grace

Of a forgiving God.

O'er all the straight and narrow way

Its radiant beams are cast;

A light whose never weary ray

Grows brightest at the last.

Oh, precious book of light and life

Thou source of truth and love,

In Thee we view God's matchless grace,

And all His goodness prove,

Oh precious book whose light e'er shines

With bright and cheering ray,

To guide our our souls until the dawn

Of the eternal day.

It sweetly cheers our fainting hearts

In this dark vale of tears;

Life, light and joy it still imparts,

And quells our rising fears.

This lamp, through all the tedious night

Of life, shall guide our way,

Till we behold the clearer light

Of an eternal day.

Oh, precious book of light and life

Thou source of truth and love,

In Thee we view God's matchless grace,

And all His goodness prove,

Oh precious book whose light e'er shines

With bright and cheering ray,

To guide our our souls until the dawn

Of the eternal day.

"How Precious Is The Book Divine"
(1782)
John Fawcett
(1740-1817)
English Baptist clergyman & hymn writer