Sung during the Sunday worship at the Metropolitan Tabernacle, London (Spurgeon’s).
Hymn 338 from our hymn book, Psalms & Hymns of Reformed Worship.
HOW precious is the book divine,
By inspiration given;
Bright as a lamp its doctrines shine,
To guide our souls to Heaven.
Lord, I have made Thy Word my choice,
My lasting heritage;
Here shall my noblest powers rejoice,
My warmest thoughts engage.
I’ll read the histories of Thy love,
And keep Thy laws in sight;
While through Thy promises I’ll rove
With ever fresh delight.
Here is a land of wealth unknown,
Where springs of life arise;
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,
And hidden glory lies.
The sole relief that mourners have,
This makes our sorrows blest;
Our glorious hope beyond the grave,
And our eternal rest.
Author: Isaac Watts (1674-1748) and John Fawcett (1739-1817)
Composer: Thomas Jackson (c.1715-81)