My Bible and I

We’ve travelled together, my Bible and I, Thro’ all kinds of weather, with smile or with sigh! In sorrow or sunshine, in tempest or calm, Thy friendship unchanging, my lamp and my psalm. We’ve travelled together, my Bible and I, When life had grown weary, and death e’en was nigh! But all through the darkness of mist or of wrong I found there a solace, a prayer, or song. So now who shall part us, my Bible and I, Shall “isms” or schisms, or “new lights” who try? Shall shadow for...