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HOW precious is the book divine,
   By inspiration given;
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
    To guide our souls to Heaven.
 
2  Lord, I have made Thy Word my choice,
    My lasting heritage;
Here shall my noblest powers rejoice,
    My warmest thoughts engage.
 
3  Iíll read the histories of Thy love,
    And keep Thy laws in sight;
While through Thy promises Iíll rove
    With ever fresh delight.
 
4  Here is a land of wealth unknown,
    Where springs of life arise;
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
    And hidden glory lies.
 
5  The sole relief that mourners have,
    This makes our sorrows blest;
Our glorious hope beyond the grave,
    And our eternal rest.
 
John Fawcett, 1739-1817,
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748