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.

So we're all right, an' I, for one,
Don't think our cause'll lose in vally
By rammin' read more

So we're all right, an' I, for one,
Don't think our cause'll lose in vally
By rammin' Scriptur' in our gun,
An' gittin' Natur' for an ally.

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.

His studie was but litel on the Bible.

His studie was but litel on the Bible.

Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of Eternity! The only star
By which the read more

Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of Eternity! The only star
By which the bark of man could navigate
The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss
Securely.

The word unto the prophet spoken
Was writ on tablets yet unbroken:
The word by seers or read more

The word unto the prophet spoken
Was writ on tablets yet unbroken:
The word by seers or sibyls told,
In groves of oak or fanes of gold,
Still floats upon the morning wind,
Still whispers to the willing mind.

It was a common saying among the Puritans, "Brown bread and the
Gospel is good fare."

It was a common saying among the Puritans, "Brown bread and the
Gospel is good fare."

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.

Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
read more

Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
To whom God has granted grace
To read, to fear, to hope, to pray,
To lift the latch, and force the way:
And better had they ne'er been born,
Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.