The Anvil of God´s Word

Last eve I passed beside a blacksmith´s door
And heard the anvil ring the vesper chime;
When looking in, I saw upon the floor,
Old hammers worn with beating years of time.
“How many anvils have you had,” said I,
“To wear and batter these hammers so?”
“Just one,” said he; then with a twinkling eye,
“The anvil wears the hammer out, you know.̶
And so, I thought, the anvil of God´s Word,
For ages, skeptics blows have beat upon;
Yet, though the noise of falling blows was heard,
The anvil is unharmed - the hammers gone.

-- Author Unknown --


The Book

"If the Book be not infallible, where shall we find infallibility? We have given up the Pope, for he has blundered often and terribly; but we shall not set up instead of him a horde of popelings fresh from college. Are these correctors of Scriptures infallible? Is it certain that our Bibles are not right, but that the critics must be so? Now, Farmer Smith, when you have read your Bible, and have enjoyed its precious promises, you will have tomorrow morning, to go down the street to ask the scholarly man at the parsonage whether this portion of the Scripture belongs to the inspired part of the Word or whether it is of dubious authority . . . We shall gradually be so bedoubted and be criticized that only a few of the most profound will know what is Bible and what is not, and they will dictate to the rest of us. I have no more faith in their mercy than in their accuracy . . . and we are fully assured that our old English version of the Scriptures is sufficient for plain men for all purposes of life, salvation, and goodness."

-- C.H.Spurgeon --



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His word shall stand for ever.

For feelings come and feelings go
And feelings are deceiving;
My warrant is the word of God,
Naught else is worth believing.

Though all my heart should feel condemned
For lack of some sweet token
There is One greater than my heart
Whose word cannot be broken.

I’ll trust in God’s unchanging word
Till soul and body sever
For though all things shall pass away,
His word shall stand for ever.

-- Martin Luther --


The King’s English

I heard an old-time preacher speak
Without one reference to the Greek.
"The King James Bible I hold in my hand
Is God´s holy words on which I stand!"

And then the scholars came along,
And said the preacher had it wrong.
"Conflations here, rescissions there,
And scribal errors everywhere.

A book ´essentially correct,´
But not in every last respect."
"A ´fairly certain´ word" they say,
"To light our path and guide our way."

Then in despair I bowed my head.
"We have no word of God," I said.
If some of this old Book is wrong,
Pray tell, what else does not belong?

Will still more manuscripts be found?
And make us go another round?
Correcting, changing, taking out;
Creating questions, fear and doubt?

Must more discoveries come to light
Before we finally get it right?
Will precious doctrines fade away
Because of what the scholars say?

How many "errors" must we purge
Because of what the scholars urge?
How many versions must we make?
How many changes can we take?

How will we ever know we"re through?
And that we possess a Scripture true?
If man must find God"s word, my friend,
When will the changes ever end?

Then back to the Book again I fled
To find out what my Father said
"Forever settled . . . never fade;"
This promise God the Spirit made.

A thousand generations hence;
That seems a pretty strong defense.
A "perfect Book?" Then it must be
Man can´t improve what God gave me.

"The King´s book" is infallibly true,
Instructing us in all that we do.
Preserved by God, not found by men,
Inscribed by God the Spirit´s pen.

If God or scholars you must choose,
Be sure the ´experts´ always lose.
Don’t give them a second look,
Just keep believing this old Book.

-- Copied – Author Unknown --