My Old Bible by George E. Tack

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Mountain View, California · Mar 11, 1908

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 34, No. 11.

My Old Bible.

By George E. Tack

FRIEND of my youth, when the world seemed young, And the spring-voice lured me on, A golden thread with promise pearls strung, And a light to eternal dawn!

Oft have thy promises kept my feet Past the flower-grown fields of sin; Spoke to my heart with assurance sweet, In the great world's glamour and din.

Traced on the leaf by a mother's hand Are the words to her loved first-born, Which link my thoughts to the past like a band, And the future's golden morn.

Star of my life's morn, o'er brimmed with light From the throne of the God of love— A lamp to guide my feet thru the night, A path to the world above.

Worn are thy pages from constant use; And traced with many a mark Where promises flashed on my eager eyes, And gleamed like a star thru the dark.

And when, in the hour of trial or wo, I see fondest hopes depart, I'll joy in the Lord and rejoicing go With thy words hid deep in my heart. GEORGE E. TACK.