Hamburg

1I LOVE the sacred book of God ;
No other can its place supply ;
It points me to the saints' abode,
And bids me from destruction fly.

2Sweet book ! in thee my eyes discern
The image of my absent Lord ;
From thine instructive pages I learn
The joys his presence will afford.

3But while I'm here, thou shalt supply
His place, and till me of his love ;
I'll read, with faith's discerning eye,
And thus partake of joys above.

4Yes, Lord, my title clear
To mansions that will ne'er decay ;
Dear Lord, oh, when wilt thou appear,
And bear my longing soul away !