The World’s Bible

Christ has no hands but our hands

To do His work each day;

He has no feet but our feet

To lead men in His way;

He has no tongues but our tongues

To tell men how He died;

He has no help but our help

To bring them to His side.

We are the on­ly Bi­ble

The care­less world will read;

We are the sin­ner’s gos­pel

We are the scoff­er’s creed;

We are the Lord’s last mes­sage

He gave in deed and word;

What if the type is crook­ed?

What if the print is blurred?

What if our hands are bu­sy

With oth­er work than His?

What if our feet are walk­ing

Where sin’s al­lure­ment is?

What if our tongues are speak­ing

Of things His lips would spurn?

How can we hope to help Him

And hast­en His re­turn?