We are finding that the old Bible is ours; that its truthfulness is confirmed and authenticated by the results of discovery and scholarship. More and more it is proved to be our own bible — the one Sacred Book of the world. Its words, sound ing down all the centuries, freighted with the joys and griefs and exultant hopes and victories of saints through the past millenniums, vocal ever with the songs of angels, and full of the expression of the Son of God, are proved to be the very Word of God. The Bible is the stronghold of Chris tianity. All antagonisms smite at it, would gladly destroy it. It stands impregnable, the same old Bible, with the memory of the dead in it, with the warm love of childhood in it with the woe of our trials reverberating in its melancholy experience, and the joys of our better days ringing in its psalms and prophecies, like chimes of musical bells above the lower life. Its voices are like choice music which one cannot forget; its prom ises are like faces that ever beam upon us in their remembered expression; it is like a life within our life, warming and refreshing and invigor ating us.