A YOUNG Christian writes, “I enclose a piece of poetry which is very precious to me. I love to read the Bible because I find therein that Jesus came from heaven to take away our sins.” The following is the poetry:
Precious Bible, how I love it,
How it doth my bosom cheer,
What has earth like this to covet,
O, what stores of wealth are here.
I was lost and doomed to sorrow,
Not one ray of light or bliss,
Could I from earth’s treasure borrow,
Till my way was cheered by this.
Yes, sweet Bible, I will hide thee,
Ever deeper in my heart,
Thou through all my life shall guide me
And in death we will not part;
Part in death, no never, never,
Through its vale I’ll lean on Thee,
Then in heaven above, forever
Sweeter still thy truth shall be.
ML 12/15/1918