BIBLE.
My Book and Heart
Must never part.
New England Primer.
Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
* * * * *
And better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
The Monastery. SIR W. SCOTT.
God, in the gospel of his Son,
Makes his eternal counsels known;
'Tis here his richest mercy shines,
And truth is drawn in fairest lines.
The Glory of the Scriptures. B. BEDDOME.
Holy Bible, book divine,
Precious treasure, thou art mine;
Mine to tell me whence I came,
Mine to teach me what I am.
Mine to chide me when I rove,
Mine to show a Saviour's love;
Mine art thou to guide my feet,
Mine to judge, condemn, acquit.
Holy Bible, Book Divine. J. BURTON.
The heavens declare thy glory, Lord;
In every star thy wisdom shines;
But when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.
God's Word and Works. DR. I. WATTS.
Just knows, and knows no more, her Bible true.
Truth. W. COWPER.
A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun,
It gives a light to every age,
It gives, but borrows none.
Olney Hymns. W. COWPER.
Starres are poore books, and oftentimes do misse;
This book starres lights to eternal blisse.
The Church: The Holy Scriptures, Pt. II.
G. HERBERT.