THIS The Bible 'HIS book-this holy book, on every line Marked with the seal of high divinity, On every leaf bedew'd with drops of love Divine; . . . this ray of sacred light, This lamp from off the everlasting throne Mercy took down, and in the night of Time Stood. . . evermore beseeching men with tears And earnest sighs, to read, believe and live. ANONYMOUS. The Bible LAMP of my feet, whereby we trace Bread of our souls, whereon we feed, Pillar of fire through watches dark, When waves would whelm our tossing bark, Our anchor and our stay! The Bible S to an ancient temple AS RICHARD BARTON. Whose vast proportions tower With summit inaccessible Among the stars of Heaven; |