Precious Bible! What a Treasure
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The word more precious than gold by John Newton
- Precious Bible! what a treasure
- Does the Word of God afford?
- All I want for life or pleasure,
- Food and med’cine, shield and sword:
- Let the world account me poor,
- Having this I need no more.
- Food to which the world’s a stranger,
- Here my hungry soul enjoys;
- Of excess there is no danger,
- Though it fills, it never cloys:
- On a dying Christ I feed,
- He is meat and drink indeed.
- When my faith is faint and sickly,
- Or when Satan wounds my mind,
- Cordials, to revive me quickly,
- Healing med’cines here I find:
- To the promises I flee,
- Each affords a remedy.
- In the hour of dark temptation
- Satan cannot make me yield;
- For the Word of consolation
- Is to me a mighty shield
- While the scripture truths are sure,
- From his malice I’m secure.
- Vain his threats to overcome me,
- When I take the Spirits’ sword;
- Then with ease I drive him from me.
- Satan trembles at the word:
- ’Tis a sword for conquest made,
- Keen the edge, and strong the blade.
- Shall I envy then the miser
- Doting on his golden store?
- Sure I am, or should be, wiser,
- I am rich, ’tis he is poor:
- Jesus gives me in his word,
- Food and med’cine, shield and sword.
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