When I am tired, the Bible is my Bed;
   Or in the dark, the Bible is my Light;
When I am hungry, it is vital Bread;
   Or fearful, it is Armour for the fight;
When I am sick, 'tis healing medicine;
   Or lonely, thronging Friends I find theein.

If I would work, the Bible is my Tool;
   Or play, it is a Harp of happy sound.
If I am ignorant, it is my School;
   If I am sinking, it is solid Ground.
If I am cold, the Bible is my Fire;
   And Wings, if goldly I aspire.

Should I be lost, the Bible is my Guide;
   Or naked, it is Raiment, rich and warm.
Am I imprisoned, it is Ranges wide;
   Or tempest-tossed, a Shelter from the storm.
Would I adventure, 'tis a gallant Sea;
   Or would I rest, it is a flowery Lea.

        - Amos R. Wells
        May, 1994 "The Gospel Standard"