Did the Book we call the Bible
Come to us from God in heaven?
Are the words which fill its pages
By His inspiration given?
Were the men He used to write it
So entirely in His hand,
That they only wrote the message
They received at His command?
Yes, the precious, Holy Bible
Is from God, and not of man,
None on earth have made its equal—
Let them do it if they can!
All its words were breathed from heaven,
And are perfect, proved, and sure;
They have stood the test of ages,
And forever shall endure.
As the waves of the angry ocean
Beat against the mighty rock,
But unmoved and undiminished,
It repels their every shock!
So the Word of God remaineth,
While its enemies have fled,
And it lives, and shall forever,
While they lie among the dead.
Let us love the precious Bible,
As God’s holy Word of truth;
We will own it as our standard,
And our guide in years of youth:
Through the paths so fraught with danger,
It will safely lead us on,
Till we reach the golden city,
And the Lamb upon the throne.
ML 03/27/1938