On a Choice of Books

In many a book, by man compos'd, With profit I can look: But perfect wisdom, power, and grace, Shine brightly in God's book.

There, are my choicest treasures plac'd, There my best comfort dies; There, my desires are satisfied; And thence, my hopes arise.

There, I am told Christ suffered death, To save my soul from hell; Not all the books on earth beside, Such heavenly wonders tell.

Then let me love my bible, Lord, And therein take delight: By day peruse those wonders o'er, And meditate by night.