I love the Holy Bible, Lord.

It gives joy, and light to the path

Of sore distressed and gloomy hearts;

It makes my crooked pathway straight,

From straying Thy fear has kept me,

Thy promises give my heart rest.

Thy fear roused me from deep slumber,

And portray’d where my danger lurk’d;

After humbling my stiff-neck'd heart,

It is Thy word, Thy word alone

That cleans’d and sanctified my soul,

And brought down thy free grace to me.

Who can understand his errors?

My secret faults may Thou forgive;

Keep me back from presumptuous sin,

Accept the humble praise I bring

For all these blessings and Thy grace;

Give me a grateful heart, O Lord.