Now these be the last words of David. David the son of Jesse
said, and the man who was read more

Now these be the last words of David. David the son of Jesse
said, and the man who was raised up on high, the anointed of the
God of Jacob, and the sweet psalmist of Israel, said,
The Spirit of the Lord spake by me, and his word was in my
tongue.

I have more understanding than all my teachers: for thy
testimonies are my meditation.

I have more understanding than all my teachers: for thy
testimonies are my meditation.

Shallows where a lamb could wade and depths where an elephant
would drown.

Shallows where a lamb could wade and depths where an elephant
would drown.

How glad the heathens would have been,
That worship idols, wood and stone,
If they the book read more

How glad the heathens would have been,
That worship idols, wood and stone,
If they the book God had seen.

One day at least in every week,
The sects of every kind
Their doctrines here are sure read more

One day at least in every week,
The sects of every kind
Their doctrines here are sure to seek,
And just as sure to find.

And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere
Free from corruption, or entire, or clear,
Are uncorrupt, sufficient, read more

And that the Scriptures, though not everywhere
Free from corruption, or entire, or clear,
Are uncorrupt, sufficient, clear, entire
In all things which our needful faith require.

Starres are poore books, and oftentimes do misse;
This book of starres lights to eternal blisse.

Starres are poore books, and oftentimes do misse;
This book of starres lights to eternal blisse.

We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From all old read more

We search the world for truth; we cull
The good, the pure, the beautiful,
From all old flower fields of the soul;
And, weary seeker of the best,
We come back laden from out quest,
To find that all the sages said
Is in the Book our mothers read.

A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun,
It gives a light to every age,
read more

A glory gilds the sacred page,
Majestic like the sun,
It gives a light to every age,
It gives, but borrows none.