And all this I find in infinite abundance. I find it
in a multitude of forms,--forms the most touching and impressive. I find
it presented in the plainest, simplest style. I find in the Bible an
infinite treasury of all that is holy, just and good,--of all that is
beautiful, sublime, and glorious,--of all that is quickening,
renovating, strengthening,--of all that is cheering, exhilarating,
transporting,--of all that I can wish for or enjoy,--of all that my
powers can comprehend,--of all that my soul can appropriate and use. I
find in it, in short, riches unsearchable, beyond all that I could ever
have asked, or thought. And what can I wish for more?
God has given us no perfect teachers, no perfect preachers, no perfect
churches; why should we suppose it necessary that He should give us a
perfect book? He has not given us any perfect books on medicine, on
diet, on trades, on politics, on farming, on gardening, on education, or
on poetry. Why should we expect Him to give us one on religion? As a
matter of fact, He has not done so. Our common Bible is a translation.
So are all the common Bibles in the world. And all translations are
imperfect. The translations are made from Greek and Hebrew Bibles, and
those are all imperfect. The Greek and Hebrew Bibles are compiled or
formed from Greek and Hebrew manuscripts.
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