THE BIBLE

This is the greatest book on earth,
Unparalleled it stands,
It's author God, It's truth divine,
Inspired in every word and line,
Though written by human hands.

This is the volume of the cross,
It's saving truth is sure, It's doctrine pure,
It's history true, It's Gospel old,
But ever new, shall evermore endure.

This is the solid rock of truth,
Which all attacks divide,
O'er every stormy blast of time,
It towers with majesty sublime,
It lives and never dies.

Though the cover is worn, and the pages are torn,
And places bare traces of tears,
Yet more precious than gold,
Is this book worn and old,
That can shatter and scatter my fears.

When I prayerfully look in this blessed old book,
Many pleasures and treasures I see,
Many promises of love, from the Father above,
Who is nearest and dearest to me.

This book is my guide, tis a friend by my side,
It will brighten and lighten my way,
And each promise I find, soothes and gladdens my mind,
As I teach it, and preach it each day.

To this book I will cling, of its worth I will sing,
Though great losses and crosses be mine,
For I can not despair, though surrounded by care,
While possessing, this blessing divine.

You know I see the Lord in the Bible,
Whenever I chance to look,
He is the theme of the Bible,
The center and heart of the book.

He's the rose of Sharon, the lily fair,
Whenever I open the Bible,
The Lord of the Bible is there.

He in the book's beginning,
Gave the earth its form,
He's the ark of safety,
To bare the brunt of the storm.

The burning bush of the desert,
The budding of Aaron's rod,
Whenever I open the Bible,
I see the Son of God.

The Lamb upon Mount Uriah,
The ladder from earth to sky,
The star lit cord to the wind,
That the serpent lifted high.

The smitten rock of the desert,
The shepherd with staff and crook,
The face of my Lord I discover,
Whenever I open the book.

He is the seed of the woman,
The Savior virgin born,
He's the son of David,
Whom men rejected with scorn.

The Lord of eternal glory,
Whom John the apostle saw,
The light of the celestial city,
The lamb without spot or flaw.

The bridegroom coming at midnight,
For whom His people look,
Whenever I open the Bible,
I see my Lord in the book.

THEREFORE  !  !  !  ! ........ (strong pause)

Think of it carefully,
Study it prayerfully,
Deep in thine heart let its oracles dwell,
Ponder its mystery,
Slight not its history,
None can ever love it too fondly or well.

...............................THE BIBLE !