The man who would with God commune
Must read his Bible through and through;
It helps to keep his soul in tune,
And melts his heart like morning dew.
That grand old book the mind expands
Until it seems on angel wings,
Our thoughts are borne to better lands,
Where love and joy eternal spring.
It lifts our sinful thoughts above
The groveling earth to sunny skies,
And sings to us its songs of love
Like chimes from Paradise.
