Starres are poore books, and oftentimes do misse;
This book of starres lights to eternal blisse.

Starres are poore books, and oftentimes do misse;
This book of starres lights to eternal blisse.

One day at least in every week,
The sects of every kind
Their doctrines here are sure read more

One day at least in every week,
The sects of every kind
Their doctrines here are sure to seek,
And just as sure to find.

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 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.

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.

Out from the heart of nature rolled
The burdens of the Bible old.

Out from the heart of nature rolled
The burdens of the Bible old.

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.

Now these be the last words of David. David the son of Jesse
said, and the man who was read more

Now these be the last words of David. David the son of Jesse
said, and the man who was raised up on high, the anointed of the
God of Jacob, and the sweet psalmist of Israel, said,
The Spirit of the Lord spake by me, and his word was in my
tongue.

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.