Give me the Bible, star of gladness gleaming, To cheer the wand'rer lone and tempest-tossed; No storm can hide that radiance peaceful beaming, Since Jesus came to seek and save the lost. Cho.--Give me the Bible! holy message shining, Thy light shall guide me in the narrow way. Precept and promise, law and love combining, Till night shall vanish in eternal day. 2 Give me the Bible, when my heart is broken, When sin and grief have filled my soul with fear; Give me the precious words by Jesus spoken, Hold up faith's lamp to show my Savior near. 3 Give me the Bible, all my steps enlighten, Teach me the danger of these realms below; That lamp of safety, o'er the gloom shall brighten, That light alone the path of peace can show. 4 Give me the Bible, lamp of life immortal, Hold up that splendor by the open grave; Show me the light from heaven's shining portal, Show me the glory gilding Jordan's wave. Priscilla J. Owens. 64 Shirland. S.M. _Psalm 119._ (170) Behold! the morning sun Begins his glorious way; His beams thro' all the nations run, And life and light convey. 2 But, where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light; It calls dead sinners from the tombs And gives the blind their sight. 3 How perfect is thy word! And all thy judgments just; Forever sure thy promise, Lord! And men securely trust. 4 My gracious God! how plain Are thy directions given! Oh! may I never read in vain, But find the path to heaven. Isaac Watts, 1719. 65 Dallas. 7s. _Book Divine._ Holy Bible, book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine; Mine to tell me whence I came; Mine to teach me what I am. 2 Mine to chide me when I rove; Mine to show a Savior's love; Mine thou art to guide and guard; Mine to punish or reward. 3 Mine to comfort in distress, Suffering in this wilderness; Mine to show, by living faith, Man can triumph over death. 4 Mine to tell of joys to come, And the rebel sinner's doom; O thou holy book divine, Precious treasure, thou art mine. John Burton, 1805. 66 Evan. C.M. _Psalm 119._ (155) Lord! I have made thy word my choice, My lasting heritage; There shall my noblest powers rejoice, My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I'll read the histories of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight, While through the promises I rove, With ever fresh delight. 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown Where springs of life arise; Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden, glory lies. 4 The best relief that mourners have-- It makes our sorrows blest; Our fairest hope, beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. Isaac Watts, 1719. 67 Evan. C.M. _The Latter Day._ (1018) Lord! send thy word, and let it fly, Armed with thy Spirit's power; Ten thousands shall confess its sway, And bless the saving hour. 2 Beneath the influence of its grace, The barren wastes shall rise, With sudden flowers and fruits arrayed,-- A blooming paradise.