I love to read God’s holy Word,
And search it more and more,
And always prize that precious verse,
John, Five and Twenty-four.
When. I was lost and dead in sin,
And judgment lay before,
That precious word was sweet to me—
John, Five and Twenty-four.
When I found my lost estate—
Praise God for ever more—
I trusted Jesus through that word—
John, Five and Twenty-four.
That happy night I’ll ne’er forget,
Though sixteen years or more
Are passed and gone since. I believed
John, Five and Twenty-four.