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THE BIBLE

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Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Sep 10, 1857

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 10, No. 19.

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THE BIBLE.

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.
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 has made that promise bless'd, Ye heavy laden, come to me and I will give you rest, A bruised reed I will not break, a 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 with joys in heaven? This is the guide our Father gave to lead to realms of day, A star whose luster gilds the grave, the life, the light, the way.—Sel.