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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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