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<title>BLB Hymns</title>
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<h2>MY PRECIOUS BIBLE</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The Word of the Lord was precious in those days.” 1 Samuel 3:1</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td align="center" width="200"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_d_o_doane_wh.jpg" alt="William Howard Doane (1832-1915)" width="133.333333333333" height="188"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Denison University</span></td>
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<p><em>Words:</em> Mrs. H. E. Brown, in <em>The Silver Spray</em>, by W. Howard Doane (Cincinnati, Ohio: John Church & Co., 1868).</p>
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<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_o_doane_wh.html" target="_blank">William Howard Doane</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_m_y_myprecib.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>My Bible, precious treasure!<br>
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Worth more than gems or gold;<br>
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Be it my choicest treasure<br>
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Thy covers to unfold.<br>
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Thy fair illumined pages<br>
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With God’s own glory shine;<br>
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Down through the long, long ages,<br>
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It gleams in ev’ry line.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p class="refrain">My precious Bible! ’tis a book divine,<br>
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Where heavenly truth and mercy shine,<br>
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And wisdom speaks in ev’ry line,<br>
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Speaks to me, speaks to me,<br>
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Speaks good news to me.</p>
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<p>For God’s exceeding glory,<br>
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His very life is love;<br>
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All through His sacred story<br>
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Its splendor is inwove.<br>
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It glows in man’s creation,<br>
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And O! more radiant still,<br>
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In His complete salvation,<br>
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From sin and mortal ill.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>I read and weep and wonder,<br>
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How God, a holy God,<br>
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Could still the law’s wild thunder,<br>
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With mercy, gentle word.<br>
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How raise the pale transgressor,<br>
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Bow low with pain and fear,<br>
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And make him heav’n’s possessor,<br>
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With Christ, the Son, an heir.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>O, marvelous relation!<br>
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O, tender, pitying love!<br>
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Of saints the admiration,<br>
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The song of host above.<br>
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Be this my wondrous story,<br>
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My daily, fresh delight,<br>
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And in this flood of glory,<br>
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My soul be ever bright.</p>
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