"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 illumined page I learn
The joys His presence will afford.
In thee I read my title clear
To mansions never to decay:
My Lord! O when wilt Thou appear,
And take Thy prisoner far away?”