I heard the old-time preachers speak without one reference to the Greek.
This precious Book within my hand, is God’s own word on which I stand;
But then the “scholar” came along, and said, “The preacher got it wrong,”
Conflations here, recensions there, and scribal errors everywhere.
So, in despair I bowed my head, “We have no word of God,” I said.
If parts of this old book are wrong, pray tell what else does not belong.
Will still more manuscripts be found which make us go another round?
How many “versions” must we make, how many changes can we take?
Must more discoveries come to light, before we finally get it right?
Will precious doctrines fade away because of what the “scholars” say?
Then 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 mighty strong defence.
A perfect book, then it must be, you can’t improve what God gave me!
We have a book completely true, instructing us in all we do.
Preserved by God, not found by men; inscribed by God, the Spirit’s pen!
So, let the “scholars” go their way, ignore the things they have to say.
Don’t give their junk a second look, just keep believing this old Book!-Heard in a Sermon by R.B. Oullette