1.I 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. 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. 4.Within thy sacred lids is found A transcript of my Maker's will; Treasures of knowledge here abound, The deepest, loftiest mind to fill. 5.Light of the world, thy beams impart, To lead my feet through life's dark way; O, shine on this benighted heart, Nor let me from thy guidance stray.