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But Thy good word informs my soul
How I may climb to heaven.

But Thy good word informs my soul
How I may climb to heaven.

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.

The Bible is a book of faith, and a book of doctrine, and a book
of morals, and a read more

The Bible is a book of faith, and a book of doctrine, and a book
of morals, and a book of religion, of especial revelation from
God.

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.

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.

The history of every individual man should be a Bible.

The history of every individual man should be a 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.

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

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."