Precious Bible! in my bosom
                                        
                                        Thy dear words a home shall find.
                                        
                                        Countless blessings are, with beauty,
                                        
                                        In Thy promises assigned;
                                        
                                        My poor heart once roamed a desert,
                                        
                                        Vast and dry, of withered sod,
                                        
                                        Till Thy guidance brought me through it
                                        
                                        To the living stream of God.