The Word Of Life

by Violet E. King

In the precious word of life,
In the holy book divine;
There we learn that by and by
We like stars may brightly shine,
In that country over there,
Just beyond this fleeting life,
When we join the ransomed throng,
Where there is no pain or strife.

In the precious word of life,
We the golden promise see;
He that hath the son hath life,
Ye shall my disciples be,"
When the night f death is o'er,
And we wake in glad surprise
In that paradise above,
In that land beyond the skies.

And we read of snow white robes,
That in beauty we shall wear;
And the palms with glory bright,
That in triumph we shall bear;
And the splendor of the King,
We in gladness shall behold,
When we reach that blessed land
With its streets of shinning gold.

Refrain

In the precious word of life,
In the holy book divine,
In the precious word of life,
We a glorious refuge find.