The Bible a Delight.

I LOVE the sacred book of God; No other can its place supply; It points me to the saints' abode, It gives me wings, and bids me fly.

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

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.