R5991-345 Poem: Blessed Bible

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::R5991 : page 345::

“Blessed Bible, precious Word!
Boon most sacred from the Lord;
Glory to His name be given,
For this choicest gift from Heaven.

“‘Tis a ray of purest light,
Beaming through the depths of night;
Brighter than ten thousand gems
Of the costliest diadems.

“‘Tis a fountain, pouring forth,
Streams of life to gladden earth,
Whence eternal blessings flow—
Antidote for human woe.

“‘Tis a mine, aye, deeper, too,
Than can mortal ever go;
Search we may for many years,
Still some new, rich gem appears.”


— November 15, 1916 —