This Blessed Old Book

It's a well of pure water when I'm thirsty and dry
And bread when I'm hungry and worn
When the battle is raging It's my faithful sword
My shelter in life's troubled storms

It's a light to my pathway and a lamp to my feet
When the world gets so dark you can't see
And I've not made a change in one word that It says
But It sure made a change in me

This blessed old Book that I hold in my hand
It's true from beginning to end
It's the solid foundation where I firmly stand
Sin kept me from It now it keeps me from sin

When I think what it cost just to hold it in my hand
It reminds me that I owe a great debt
To all of the martyrs who'd go to the stake
And quote it with their dying breath

Now its critics are many and believers are few
But one thing I've found to be true
If you find when you read it that there's something wrong
There's something wrong with you

This blessed old Book that I hold in my hand
It's true from beginning to end
It's the solid foundation where I firmly stand
Sin kept me from It now it keeps me from sin