|Posted: 05 Mar 2007 03:34|
|It begins with, "Though the cover is worn, and the pages are torn, and places bear traces of tears..." I've never found it in print except once online years ago (and I lost it!). I'd be grateful if someone could find the words and how the song originated.|
|Posted: 05 Mar 2007 04:26 Last Edited By: steveliu|
Join Date: May 2005
Here are the words to "The Precious Book", by Bernice Peyman
Though the cover is worn
And the pages are torn
And places bear traces of tears,
Yet more precious than gold
Is the Book worn and old,
That can shatter and scatter my fears.
When I prayerfully look
In the precious old Book,
As my eyes scan the pages I see,
Many tokens of love
From the Father above,
Who is nearest and dearest to me.
This old Book is my guide,
'Tis a friend by my side,
It will lighten and brighten my way;
And each promise I find
Soothes and gladdens my mind
As I read it and heed it each day.
Oh, wonderful, wonder Word of the Lord,
True wisdom its pages unfold,
And though we may read it a thousand times o'er,
They never, no never grow old.
Each line hath a treasure, each treasure a pearl,
That all, if they will, may secure;
And we know that when time and the world pass away,
God's Word shall forever endure.
God's Word is like a deep, deep mine,
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths
For every searcher there.
The original words can be found here, on a Web site published by one of Ms. Peyman's grandchildren:
Contact information can be found here:
Hope it helps. God bless!
|Posted: 05 Nov 2013 18:12|
|Is there a tape, video or chords for this song? I remember my pastor singing this song when I was in my early 20's. His eyes looked like fire. God was in it!|
|Posted: 27 Feb 2017 13:28|
|I remember my pastor in Berrien Springs singing this in the '70's as well. How I'd give anything to hear and see Pastor Hart sing that again. I wanted to copy this & put it inside my Bible.|
|Posted: 17 Oct 2017 15:23|
To this book I will cling
Of its worth it will sing
Though great losses and crosses be mine
For I cannot despair
Though surrounded by care
While possessing this blessing devine