1 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.

2 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.

3 Then we will hold the Bible,
The glorious book of God;
We’ll ne’er forsake the Bible
Thru all life’s future road;
The watchword in life’s battle,
The chart on life’s dark sea,—
The beautiful, dear Bible,
It shall our teacher be.