I Do Believe the Bible

I do be­lieve the Bi­ble

The bless­èd 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.

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 me­mo­ry 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.

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.

Bold in­fi­dels may ca­vil

And scorn the bless­èd 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.