Is it a book, a world, a heaven?
Are those words, or flames, or shining stars,
Or burning torches, or clouds of fire
What is it, I ask ye — the Bible?

Who inspired those infinite truths?
Who spoke through the mouth of the prophet?
Who mapped out the highways of ages,
The glorious lines of the Scriptures?

Who planted the flowers of wisdom
In this sacred soil of the angels?
O dream of eternity — Bible —
O Light that is all and for ever.