poems, hymns and songs about the Bible
Word of God, within thy covers
What exhaustless treasures lie;
Revelation of the Father
By the Son who came to die.
Depths are there which know no sounding,
Fathomless beyond compare,
Rich the mines of wealth there treasured,
All I need to know is there.
—by Edwin B. Hartt (1861-1929)
I have more understanding than all my teachers: for thy testimonies are my meditation. Psalm 119:99
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