The Rochesters - This blessed old book

It's a ^Cwell of pure water when I'm ^Gthirsty and ^Cdry, Bread when I'm hungry and ^Fworn; When the battle is raging, it's my ^Cfaithful ^Fsword, A ^Cshelter from life's troubled ^Gstorm. It's a ^Clight to my pathway and a ^Glamp to my ^Cfeet When the world gets so dark I can't ^Fsee, And I've not made a change in one ^Cword that it ^Fsays, But it ^Csure made a ^Gchange in ^C2me.

This ^Gblessed old Book that I ^Fhold in my ^Chand, It's ^Gtrue from beginning to ^Cend, It's a ^Gsolid foundation where ^FI firmly st^Cand, ^FSin kept me ^Cfrom it; now it ^Gkeeps me from ^C2sin.

When I ^Cthink what it cost just to ^Ghold in my ^Chand, It reminds me that I owe a great ^Fdebt To all of the martyrs who'd ^Cgo to the s^Ftake And ^Cquote it with their dying ^Gbreath. Now its ^Ccritics are many, and ^Gbelievers are ^Cfew, But one thing I've found to be ^Ftrue: If you find when you read it that ^Cthere's something ^Fwrong, Then ^Cthere's something ^Gwrong with ^C2you.

This ^Gblessed old Book that I ^Fhold in my ^Chand, It's ^Gtrue from beginning to ^Cend, It's a ^Gsolid foundation where ^FI firmly st^Cand, ^FSin kept me ^Cfrom it; now it ^Gkeeps me from ^C2sin.