: Against this sea-swept rock, Ten thousand storms their will It standeth and will stand, The word of majesty and light, The church's heritage. HORATIUS Bonar. The Old Book BOOK of books, and friend of friends alone, For every human ill thou hast a charm, ABRAM S. ISAACS. Israel and His Book AN age-worn wanderer, pale with thought and tears, With heart heroic and prophetic look, Comes clasping to his breast the Sacred Book The amulet of Israel through the years! "Behold!" he says, "through ages dark with fears, Through travail and through miseries that shook The soul of Judah, this he ne'er forsook. It is his Book! Therein his God appears!" His Book! more glorious with supernal light His Book! That gave a God to all the lands; The Ha' Bible AH, I could worship thee! Thou art a gift a God of love might give; For love and hope and joy In thy Almighty-written pages live; The slave who reads shall never crouch again; God! unto thee I kneel, And thank thee! Thou unto my native landYea, to the outspread earth Hast stretched in love thy everlasting hand, And thou hast given earth, and sea, and airYea, all that heart can ask of good and pure and fair! And, Father, thou hast spread Before men's eyes this charter of the free, That all thy book might read, And justice, love, and truth, and liberty. The gift was unto men,—the giver, God! Thou slave! it stamps thee man,-go spurn thy weary load! Thou doubly precious book! Unto thy light what does not Scotland owe: Thou teachest age to die, And youth in truth unsullied up to grow! In lowly homes a comforter art thou, A sunbeam sent from God,--an everlasting bow! ROBERT NICOLL. Fullness of the Bible THER 'HERE is a lamp whose steady light There is a storehouse of rich fare, There is a chart whose tracings show There is a tree whose leaves impart Give me this lamp to light my road; H. J BETTS. Inspiration of the Bible WHENCE, but from Heaven, could men unskill'd in arts, In several ages born, in several parts, Weave such agreeing truths? or how, or why, If on the book itself we cast our view, The doctrine, miracles; which must convince, Therefore the style, majestic and divine, This only doctrine does our lusts oppose: JOHN DRYDEN. Contents of the Bible F thou art merry, here are airs; IF If melancholy, here are prayers; Read, then; but, first, thyself prepare So twice each precept read shall be- PETER HEYLYN.) THIS Esteeming the Bible 'HIS holy book I'd rather own, That e'er in monarchs' coffers shone, Than all their diadems. Nay, were the seas one chrysolite, Ah, no, the soul ne'er found relief But here a blessed balm appears To heal the deepest woe, And those who read this book in tears, HORATIUS BONAR. Judah's Hallowed Bards LET those who will hang rapturously o'er Winnow from Seneca's sententious lore, Not these, but Judah's hallowed bards, to me The temperate grief of Job; the artless strain AUBREY DE VERE. |