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The Sufficing Bible

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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jan 27, 1916

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 93, No. 5.

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The Sufficing Bible

By Amos R. Wells

WHEN I am tired, the Bible is my bed; Or in the dark, the Bible is my light; When I am hungry, it is vital bread; Or fearful, it is armor for the fight. When I am sick, ’tis healing medicine; Or lonely, thronging friends I find therein.
If I would work, the Bible is my tool; Or play, it is a harp of happy sound; If I am ignorant, it is my school; If I am sinking, it is solid ground. If I am cold, the Bible is my fire; And it is wings, if boldly I aspire.
Should I be lost, the Bible is my guide; Or naked, it is raiment rich and warm. Am I imprisoned? it is ranges wide; Or tempest-tossed? a shelter from the storm. Would I adventure, ’tis a gallant sea; Or would I rest, it is a flowery lea.
Does gloom oppress? the Bible is a sun; Or ugliness? it is a garden fair. Am I athirst? how cool its currents run! Or stifled? what a vivifying air! Since thus thou givest of thyself to me, How should I give myself, great Book, to thee?
— Amos R. Wells.