I do believe the Bible, the blesséd Word of God, And close unto its promises I cleave. It points me to the pathway the saints and martyrs trod, My Father is its Author, and I believe. Refrain Yes, I believe the blessèd Word of God, It marks the paths His people all have trod; The story, from creation, all thro’ to “Revelation,” Bears proof of inspiration, and I believe. It was my parents’ counsel; to them its truths were grand. And mem’ry oft a picture sweet doth weave Of that “old-fashioned Bible that lay upon the stand,” In life, in death, it cheered them, and I believe. Refrain I once was lost and dying, in darkness and despair, And o’er my lost condition long I grieved, Until I searched the Bible and learned of Jesus there, Who sweetly blest and saved me when I believed. Refrain Bold infidels may cavil, and scorn the blesséd Book, And with their groundless doctrines may deceive; Still all the while the Bible brings peace to those who look With faith upon its pages, and I believe. Refrain |