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Ps.119.33
Versi 1
1
This book is all that‘s left me now!
Tears will unbidden startó
With faltering lip and throbbing brow
I press it to my heart.
For many generations past,
Here is our family tree!
My mother‘s hands this Bible clasped,
She, dying, gave it me.
2
Ah, well do I remember those
Whose names these records bear;
Who round the hearth-stone used to close
After the evening prayer,
And speak of what these pages said,
In tones my heart would thrill!
Though they are with the silent dead,
Here are they living still!
3
My father read this holy book
To brothers, sisters dear;
How calm was my poor mother‘s look,
Who leaned God‘s Word to hear!
Her angel faceóI see it yet!
What thronging memories comeó
Again that little group is met
Within the halls of home!
4
Thou truest friend man ever knew,
Thy constancy I‘ve tried;
When all were false I found thee true,
My counselor and guide.
The mines of earth no treasures give,
That could this volume buy;
In teaching me the way to live,
It taught me how to die.