(Ps. 56:10)

I praise God for His living Word,
By it my soul is fed,
By it I know His blessed will,
And where my feet should tread.

It brought me from the dungeon depths
Of withering, black despair,
And gave to me the wine of joy,
With which naught can compare.

It shows the way from depth to height,
From distance, home to God;
It maps the way that saints of old
From earth to glory trod.

It gives a portrait large and true
Of him who spoiled our race,
And coaxed an infant world away
To ruin and disgrace.

By it I trace the grace-marked path
(From heaven's throne above)
Of Him who in great mercy came,
And died, in matchless love.

By it I read my title clear
To God's blest home of light,
Where saints in glad immortal hosts
Enjoy untold delight.

The future is unveiled to me
As I its pages scan,
I know that all must come to pass
According to His plan.

It opens vistas bright and clear,
Where faith's keen eye may run;
How precious are His bold designs,
Displayed in what He's done!

It shows that rolling years shall end
In yonder shoreless sea,
And pictures His bright mansion-home,
Where I shall ever be.

It tells me I shall chant His praise
In tireless strains above,
And there with all the ransomed throng,
Sing His redeeming love.

C. C. Crowston