THE BIBLE by Wm. Leggett

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 25, 1878

THE BIBLE.

By Wm. Leggett

This little book I'd rather own Than all the gold and gems, That e'er in monarchs' coffers shone— Than all their diadems. Nay, were the seas one chrysolite, The earth one golden ball, And diamonds all the stars of night, This book were worth them all.

How baleful to Ambition's eye His blood-won spoils must gleam, When Death's uplifted hand is high, His life a vanished dream! Then hear him with his gasping breath For one poor moment crave! Fool! wouldst thou stay the arm of Death Ask of thy gold to save!

No, no; the soul ne'er found relief In glittering hoards of wealth, Gems dazzle not the eye of grief, Gold cannot purchase health; But here a blessed balm appears To heal the deepest woe, And he that seeks this book in tears His tears shall cease to flow.

Here he who died on Calvary's tree Hath made that promise blest: “Ye heavy-laden, come to me, And I will give you rest;” A bruised reed I will not break, Nor contrite heart despise; My burden's light, and all who take My yoke shall win the skies!”

Yes, yes, this little book is worth All else to mortals given; For what are all the joys of earth Compared to joys of Heaven? This is the guide our Father gave To lead to realms of day— A star whose lustre gilds the grave, The Light, the Life, the Way.

— Wm. Leggett.