Hymns and Tunes 1876 48
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 !
- Also sung to
- Hamburg (Hymns and Tunes 1886 #171)
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- 8.8.8.8
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- iambic (da-DUM) · 76% of beats fit
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