The Bible is we plainly see,
Then it must have a pedigree.
It either is a Book divine,
Or men to make it must combine;
Suppose the latter, then they must
Either be wicked men or just,
Take either side and you will see
A proof of its divinity.
If wicked men composed this book
Surely their senses they forsook,
For they the righteous man defend
And curse the bad from end to end.
If righteous, then they change their name
For they the authorship disclaim,
And often say "Thus saith the Lord"
And testify it is His Word.
If it be not they tell a lie,
And all their righteousness destroy.
Could Moses and could Malachi,
Unite together in a lie?
Could Job and Daniel with the rest,
Spread o'er the world from East to West,
Unite together and confer,
When Oceans rolled between them,
Sir? Not only Seas, but Ages too,
Numbers of years and not a few.