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I AM YOUR HYMNBOOK
I am your
hymnbook - each page is a treasure.
Pick me up, open me,
find love beyond measure.
The great Bible
doctrines are channeled through me;
The words of the
Master will set people free.
I am your
hymnbook - with words sweet and clear;
I want to be used by
those who hold dear
All the old masters
who penned words of praise
Of the Master of
masters who brightens our days.
I am your
hymnbook - please take me in hand.
Sing all the words,
sing out through the land.
Tell all that I love
them, tell them to come
To Christ through my
message and share His Kingdom.
I am your
hymnbook - don't relegate me
To a dusty old
closet so others won't see
All the glad tidings
that I have in store
For those who will
love and praise God evermore.
I am your
hymnbook - and this is my mission -
To tell the sweet
story to all who will listen;
To sing of the
Savior and His love for mankind,
To give all those
sight who once were so blind.
I am your
hymnbook - sing day after day!
Sing words upon
words that tell sinners the way
To a glorious Heaven
where night never ends,
Where Jesus is Lord,
Savior and friend.
I am your
hymnbook - But now thrown away;
For no one will use
me - I'm old, people say!
They want the new
songs without doctrine and truth,
Without words of
wisdom - it's all about youth.
I am your
hymnbook - with the Bible I'll be
Your guide to the
Savior who sets people free.
My words have been
written by suffering saint,
By those who have
lost and suffered much pain.
I am your
hymnbook - by your side I'll remain,
While you serve the
great Master, His wonders proclaim!
Sing to the nations!
Sing to the poor,
The rich, and the
troubled, sing praise evermore!
Virginia Hite
Quibodeaux
8/16/2006
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