1 The bible is justly esteem'd
The glory supreme of the land,
Which shows how a sinner's redeem'd
And brought to Jehovah's right hand.
With pleasure we freely confess
The bible all books does outshine,
But Jesus, his person and grace,
Affords it that lustre divine.

2 In every prophetical book
Where God his decrees hath unseal'd,
With joy we behold as we look,
The wonderful savioyr reveal'd:
His glories project to the eye,
And prove it was not his design,
Those glories concealed should lie,
But there in full majesty shine.

3 The first gracious promise to man,
A blessed prediction appears,
His work is the soul of the plan,
And gives it the glory it wears.
How cheering the truth must have been,
That Jesus the promised seed,
Should triumph o'er Satan and sin,
And hell in captivity lead!

4 The ancient Levitical law
Was prophecy after its kind,
In types there the faithful foresaw
The savior that ransom'd mankind.
The altar, the lamb, and the priest,
The blood that was sprinkled of old
Had life, when the people could taste,
The blessing those shadows foretold.

5 Review each prophetical song,
Which shines in prediction's rich train,
The sweetest to Jesus belong,
And point out his sufferings and reign:
Sure David his harp never strung,
With more of true sacred delight,
Than when of the savior he sung,
And he was reveal'd to his sight.

6 May Jesus more precious become—
His word be a lamp to our feet,
While we in the wilderness roam,
'Till brought in his presence to meet!
Then, then will we gaze on thy face,
Our prophet, our priest, and our king;
Recount all thy wonders of grace,
Thy praises eternally sing.