Book of all Books, thou volume most profound,
Whose very words, majestic and sublime,
Excel all others! see, we humbly lay,
And hopefully, undoubted Faith on thee!
These good right hands we gladly rest on thee;
If thou art false, there is no truth on earth,
No God, no Heaven, no Hell, no lasting hope
By Faith we lightly pass beyond the grave,
O'erleap all present evils, and enjoy,
In fond anticipation, boundless good.