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What could we do without the Book That God gave us to read? No more than any farmer Who hadn't any seed! No other tells us of our Lord, The God of grace and love, Who made the whole creation, This world and those above. What could we do were we without The Gospels or the Acts? No more than could a barrister Who didn't know his facts! Were we without the letters of John, Peter, James and Paul, We'd be like some poor cricketer Without a bat or ball. If Genesis is humbug, We must cast into the flames The Gospels, Acts and Hebrews, Galatians, Romans, James. If we should try to live our lives Without the Book of Psalms, Our souls would lack the music Which comforts, cheers and charms. We couldn't know that God will be The Judge of all mankind, By the mere dictates of Reason, Or the workings of the mind. We shouldn't know God gave His Son, To agonise and die, To save and teach us sinful men To trust Him utterly. We shouldn't know Christ rose again— The proof He was the Lord— And then ascended up above To execute His Word. We ne'er had deemed He'd be the Friend Of publicans and sinners, Of prodigals and harlots, not Of hypocrites nor trimmers. That ne'er would He to any child Deny a Saviour's blessing, And ne'er would turn a soul away, Who came his sins confessing. That He Who healed the sick, the lame, The blind, the deaf, the dumb, And raised the dead, by touch or word, Would beg us all to come To Him, that we might be forgiven And made the heirs of God, Divorced from fear of death and hell, Warriors of the Lord. We ne'er had dreamed Salvation is A gift, and not a wage, To be received just as you are, Without the sacred page. The Bible is a gallery Of pictures full of life, A cinematographic show Of real historic strife. It warns against temptations And Satan's savoury messes; It paints the devil's portrait In all his fancy dresses. It's like a cordite rifle With a telescopic sight, Preventing those of single eye From missing, day or night. It is of heaven's narrow way The ordnance survey map, Revealing hell's paved broadway And every gin and trap. It gives the words of prophets, Who courageously denounced The sins of priests, and princes, and The Judgment day announced. It castigates the evil, and It never screens the good; It declares that every mortal needs The Saviour's cleansing blood. 'Tis a history of the godly, A hymn book for the saint, A comfort to the dying, A cordial to the faint. It prophesies the Coming Of the Saviour in His might, To judge the world's inhabitants, And darkness turn to light. Be sure, in their originals, Each word came straight from God; "Yea! every jot and tittle's true," Said Jesus Christ the Lord. Would you be brave and noble? Read it every day, Not as a duty merely, Nor in a slipshod way. Divorce yourself from humbug, And cant and lollipops; Don't live on milk and water, Nor sentimental slops. Don't be like Jackie Horner, Who when he got a pie, Picked out a plum or two, and said "See what a boy am I!" It's God's own patent medicine, Take it as it stands; Treat it as His aide-de-camp, Bringing Christ's commands. Mind! you must obey it, Otherwise you'll be Branded, as a hypocrite, Through eternity. Read it in the morning, Meditate and pray, Trust the Lord to keep you "Straight" throughout the day.

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