I. 

With bated breath I open the sacred lore, 

The holy page beneath my fingers glows, 

God’s word resounds, an echo evermore, 

Through me a victor’s river gently flows. 

O book of might, thou well of boundless grace, 

Thy light unveils the soul’s eternal place. 

II. 

Like deer I leap atop the mountain’s height, 

Renewed by grace from heaven’s throne outpoured, 

Thy word, a sword, divides my doubt in flight, 

And grants the peace He claims as my reward. 

No storm can shake, no shadow dim thy gleam, 

Thou art my strength, my dawn, my waking dream. 

III. 

No chains can hold the heart that hears thy voice, 

My spirit soars where earthly fears subside, 

Through storm and grace, in faith I stand, rejoice, 

They wait on thee, on eagle’s wings abide. 

O sacred tome, thy truth doth set me free, 

A flame to kindle all eternity. 

IV. 

This book I clasp ignites a golden gleam, 

A light to lead me till the day’s last beam, 

From mortal dust to realms of starry skies, 

Thy wisdom lifts me where the angels rise. 

All praise to thee, O font of heaven’s lore, 

My guide, my joy, my soul’s forevermore