There is a classic the best the world has ever seen, the noblest that has ever honored and dignified the language of mortals.
If we look into its antiquity, we discover a title to our veneration unrivaled in the history of literature.
If we have respect to its evidences, they are found in the testimony of miracle and prophecy;
in the ministry of man, of nature, and of angels, yea, even of “God, manifest in the flesh,” of “God blessed forever.”
If we consider its authenticity, no other pages have survived the lapse of time that can be compared with it.
If we examine its authority, for it speaks as never man spake,
we discover that it came from heaven in vision and prophecy under the sanction of Him who is Creator of all things,
and the Giver of every good and perfect gift.
If we reflect on its truths, they are lovely and spotless, sublime and holy as God himself,
unchangeable as his nature, durable as his righteous dominion, and versatile as the moral condition of mankind.
If we regard the value of its treasures, we must estimate them, not like the relics of classic antiquity,
by the perishable glory and beauty, virtue and happiness, of this world, but by the enduring perfection and supreme felicity of an eternal kingdom.