1 I love the sacred Book of God,
No other can its place supply;
It points me to the saints' above,
And bids me from destruction fly.
2 Sweet book! in thee my eyes discern
The image of my absent Lord;
From thy instructive page I learn
The joys His presence will afford.
3 But while I'm here thou shalt supply
His place, and tell me of His love;
I'll read with faith's discerning eye,
And thus partake of joys above.
Source: Victory Songs: For the Church, Sunday School and Evangelistic Services. #320