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Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Oct 11, 1910

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 37, No. 40.

The Bible

By Nellie M. Butler

By Nellie M. Butler

If we could read the books of ev’ry age, Written by poet, chronicler, and sage, There's nothing we could find that would compare With the Bible. No book found anywhere Can equal it. Its thoughts are grand, sublime,— Above what man can think. It is a mine Of jewels rare. We read it day by day, And yet find something new,—some cheering ray Of light that brightens up the path. And more Of God's own love we see than e'er before. 'Tis in this Book we find the truest Friend, With love that is unchanging to the end, Who gave His life that sinful man might live; And giving this, 'twas all He had to give. How oft we find upon a dying bed This name is faintly heard, the last that's said. When eyes are closed to all of earthly things, What peace and joy the name of Jesus brings To those who mourn. And when in prison cell This Book is read, no human tongue can tell The happiness it brings to him alone Who has no friend that he might call his own, To know that there is One who loves him still. How glad he is to do his Master's will. No other theme portrayed with mortal pen Is grand as this—the love of God to men. Angels desire into this theme to look, And so they study in this precious Book; And while eternal ages roll along It is their science and unending song.