This is the greatest Book on earth.
Unparalleled it stands.
Its author - God. Its truth - divine.
Inspired in every word and line
Though written by human hands.
This is the volume of the cross.
Its saving truth is sure.
Its doctrine - pure. Its history - true.
Its gospel - old, but ever new
Shall evermore endure.
This is the solid Rock of truth
Which all attacks defy.
O'er every stormy blast of time
It towers with majesty sublime.
It lives and never dies.
Though the cover is worn
And pages are torn
And places bear traces of tears,
Yet more precious than gold
Is this Book worn and old
That can shatter and scatter my fears.
When I prayerfully look
In this Blessed old Book
Many pleasures and treasures I see.
There are promises of llife
From the Father above
Who is nearest and dearest to me.
This Book is my Guide.
`Tis a Friend by my side.
It will lighten and brighten my way.
And each promise I find
Soothes and gladdens my mind
As I teach it and preach it each day.
To this Book I will cling,
Of its worth I will sing
Though great losses and crosses be mine
For I cannot despair
Though surrounded by care
While possessing this blessing divine.
I see my Lord in the Bible
Whenever I chance to look.
He's the Theme of the Bible,
The Center and Heart of the Book.
He's the Rose of Sharon,
The Lily - fair.
Whenever I open the Bible,
The Lord of the Bible is there.
He, in the Book's beginning,
Gave the earth its form.
He's the Ark of safety
To bear the brunt of the storm.
The burning Bush in the desert,
The Budding of Aaron's rod,
Whenever I open the Bible
I see the Son of God.
The Lamb upon Mount Moriah,
The Ladder from earth to sky,
The scarlet Cord in the window,
The Serpent lifted high.
The Smitten Rock in the desert
The Shepherd with staff and crook,
Whenever I open the Bible
I see my Lord in the Book.
He's the Seed of the woman,
The Saviour - virgin born.
He's the Son of David
Whom men rejected with scorn.
The Lord of eternal Glory
Whom John the apostle saw,
The Light of the celestial city,
The Lamb without spot or flaw,
The Bridegroom coming at midnight
For Whom His people look.
The face of my Lord I discover
Whenever I open the Book.
When childhood needs a leader
Or youth a beacon light,
And when sorrow cries for comfort
And weakness cries for might,
Bring forth the holy Bible.
The Bible, there it stands,
Resolving all of life's problems
And meeting its demands.
Though sophistry conceal it
The Bible - there it stands.
Though Pharisees profane it,
Its influence expands.
It fills our life with fragrance
And brightens all of days.
It lifts our eyes toward Heaven
And gives Him all the praise.
Heed the glad tidings,
The warnings and chidings
Found in this volume of Heavenly store
With faith that's prevailing,
And love that's unfailing,
Trust in its promises for life evermore.
Therefore, think of it carefully.
Study it prayerfully
Deep in thine heart let its oracles dwell.
Ponder its mystery,
Slight not its history.
None can e'er love it too fondly or well.
- Author Unknown
TORCH EDITOR: None of the above could be said about any other Bible except the Preserved, Infallible, Inerrant, Inspired KING JAMES BIBLE. It certainly could not be said about the originals which were never in one book and which no one on earth has seen. Those of you who only believe in the "originals" being the inspired Word of God have no authority. YOU HAVE NO BIBLE AT ALL!!! You actually believe that God wrote a book and then lost it. AMAZING!!!!
© 2007 The Flaming Torch, All rights reserved.