Read To Me The Blessed Bible,
On Its Sacred Pages Shine
Grace And Truth And Tender Mercy,
And A Saviorās Love Divine.
Read The Bible,
Now The Lamp Of Life Burns Low,
These Will Cheer Me,
When The Aged Feet Move Slow.
āTis A Fount Of Living Water,
Where The Soul Its Thirst May Slake,
Bread Of Life It Freely Offers,
Unto All Who Will Partake.
Read To Me The Blessed Bible,
Read It Carefully And Slow,
āTis A Refuge And A Shelter,
From The Stormy Winds That Blow.
It Is Comfort For The Troubled,
To The Lonely āTis A Guest,
For The Penitent, āTis Pardon,
To The Weary It Is Rest.
When You Read About The City,
Whose Fair Day Neāer Ends With Night,
Death Is Not The King Of Terrors,
But A Messenger Of Light.