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THE BIBLE

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jan 22, 1857

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 9, No. 12.

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THE BIBLE.

BLESSED Bible! how I love it! How it doth my bosom cheer: What hath earth like this to covet? O what stores of wealth are here? Man was lost and doomed to sorrow, Not one ray of hope or bliss Could he from earth's treasure borrow, Till his way was cheered by this.
Yes, I'll to my bosom press thee, Precious word, I'll hide thee here; Sure my very heart will bless thee, For thou ever sayest—good cheer! Speak, my heart, and tell thy ponderings, Tell how far thy rovings led, When this book brought back thy wand'rings, Speaking life as from the dead.
Yes, sweet Bible! I will hide thee Deep, yes, deeper in this heart: Thou, through all my life wilt guide me, And in death we will not part. Part in death? No, never! never! Through death's vale I'll lean on thee; Then in worlds beyond, forever, Sweeter still the truth shall be.