The Bible

I am only a babbling fountain
Running o'er and o'er
Inviting people as they pass
To let me for them pour

Out from God's storehouse
Of beautiful gifts
Draughts that will cool
The parching lips

I'm a fountain of truth
The whole world o'er
To those who read my pages o'er
For their slumbering souls I'll pour

The truth from this fountain
That's running o'er
The Holy Bible doth hold in store
Let its aged prophets for you pour.