“We’ve traveled together, my Bible and I,
Through all kinds of weather, with smile or with a sigh!
In sorrow or in sunshine, in tempest or calm!
Thy friendship unchanging, my lamp and my psalm.

We’ve traveled together, my Bible and I,
When life had grown weary, and death e’en nigh!
But all through the darkness of mist or of wrong,
I found a solace, a prayer and a song.

So now who shall part us, my Bible and I?
Shall “isms” or schisms, or “new light” who try?
Shall shadow for substance, or stone for good bread,
Supplant thy sound wisdom, give folly instead?

Ah, no, my dear Bible, exponent of light!
Thou sword of the Spirit, put error to flight!
And still through life’s journey, until my last sigh,
We’ll travel together, my Bible and I.”