Psalms 119:16

• [Psa 119:16] A Glory Gilds The Sacred Page

  A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun; It gives a light to every age; It gives, but borrows none. The Spirit breathes upon the Word And brings the truth to sight; Precepts and promises afford A sanctifying light. The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise; They rise, but never set. Let everlasting thanks be Thine For such a bright display. As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day. My soul rejoices to pursue The steps of Him I love, Till glory breaks upon my view In brighter worlds above.

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 119:16] Upon The Gospel’s Sacred Page

  Upon the Gospel’s sacred page The gathered beams of ages shine; And, as it hastens, every age But makes its brightness more divine. On mightier wing, in loftier flight, From year to year does knowledge soar; And, as it soars, the Gospel light Becomes effulgent more and more. More glorious still, as centuries roll, New regions blest, new powers unfurled, Expanding with the expanding soul, Its radiance shall o’er flow the world. Flow to restore, but not destroy, As when the cloudless lamp of day Pours out its floods of light and joy, And sweeps the lingering mists away.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 119:16] We Love The Good Old Bible

  We love the good old Bible, The glorious Word of God, The lamp for those who travel O’er all life’s dreary road. The watchword in life’s battle, The chart on life’s dark sea; The beautiful, dear Bible, It shall our teacher be. Who would not love the Bible, So beautiful and wise? Its teachings charm the simple, And point us to the skies. Its stories all so mighty Of men so brave to see; The beautiful, dear Bible, It shall our teacher be. But most we love the Bible, For there we children learn How Christ for us became a child, Our hearts to Him to turn; And how He bowed to sorrow, That we His face might see, The Bible, O the Bible, It shall our teacher be. Then we will hold the Bible, The glorious book of God; We’ll ne’er forsake the Bible Through all life’s future road. And when we lie adying, Wherever that may be, The beautiful, dear Bible, Shall still our solace be.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 119:111

• [Psa 119:111] Lord, I Have Made Thy Word My Choice

  Lord, I have made Thy Word my choice, My lasting heritage; There 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 the promises I rove, With ever fresh delight. ’Tis a broad land of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise, Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. The best relief that mourners have, It makes our sorrows blest; Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 119:162

• [Psa 119:162] The Highest Joy

  The highest joy that can be known To those who heav’nward wend— It is the Word of Life to own, And God to have as Friend; It is the Word of Life to own, And God to have as Friend. The Word doth give me wealth untold, All good it has in store; My deepest sorrows lose their hold To joys forevermore; My deepest sorrows loose their hold To joys forevermore. How often when in deep despair My soul has been restored, And when the tempter would ensnare ’Twould strength to stand afford; And when the tempter would ensnare ’Twould strength to stand afford. It tells me of a love divine, How Jesus’ blood was shed; Each day this joyous song is mine As paths of grace I tread; Each day this joyous song is mine As paths of grace I tread. When stars above shall shine no more God’s Word is still my light; When pleasures of this world are o’er, My joys shall reach their height; When pleasures of this world are o’er, My joys shall reach their height.

  source: Cyberhymnal