When I Read the Bible Through by Amos R. Wells

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 13, 1916

When I Read the Bible Through

By Amos R. Wells

I SUPPOSED I knew my Bible, Reading piecemeal, hit or miss, Now a bit of John or Matthew, Now a snatch of Genesis, Certain chapters of Isaiah, Certain psalms (the twenty-third), Twelfth of Romans, first of Proverbs,— Yes, I thought I knew the Word! But I found that thorough reading Was a different thing to do, And the way was unfamiliar When I read the Bible through.

Oh, the massive, mighty volume! Oh, the treasures manifold! Oh, the beauty and the wisdom And the grace it proved to hold! As the story of the Hebrews Swept in majesty along, As it leaped in waves prophetic, As it burst to sacred song, As it gleamed with Christly omens, The Old Testament was new, Strong with cumulative power, When I read the Bible through.

Ah, imperial Jeremiah, With his keen, coruscant mind! And the blunt old Nehemiah, And Ezekiel refined! Newly came the minor prophets, Each with his distinctive robe; Newly came the song idyllic, And the tragedy of Job; Deuteronomy, the regal, To a towering mountain grew, With its comrade peaks around it,— When I read the Bible through.

What a radiant procession As the pages rise and fall,— James the sturdy, John the tender— Ah, the myriad-minded Paul! Vast apocalyptic glories Wheel and thunder, flash and flame, While the church triumphant raises One incomparable Name. Ah, the glory of the Saviour Never glows supremely true Till you read it whole and swiftly, Till you read the Bible through.

You who like to play at Bible, Dip and dabble here and there, Just before you kneel, aweary, And yawn through a hurried prayer, You who treat the crown of writings As you treat no other book,— Just a paragraph disjointed, Just a crude, impatient look,— Try a worthier procedure, Try a broad and steady view; You will kneel in very rapture When you read the Bible through! — Amos R. Wells.